Judged

I feel it when I'm with anyone. 

But my sisters. 

I finally feel right. 

And I'm happy. 

I'm just hurting so much. 

I can't put my finger on why. 

But I know it has to do with this. 

I want to be able to be me. 

But I know I can't. 

Not all the time. 

People won't be happy. 

But is it really worth risking my happiness? 

Reviews

[Talia The Hedgehog]

What a unique poem! You should write more things like this.

[Kitten]

Thank you. I will try.