That I used to be apart of the contributers to negative stigma.
I guess I was just too naive to understand it back then,
But now I know.
I can feel the pain, the trauma, and the misery
That many of you faced.
Many live to tell the story,
Many lose the fight.
It’s hard for others to understand,
Because everyone has a story
that is unheard of, and, unspoken of.
I mean, that’s what makes us human, right?
My fight isn’t over yet.
I still got a long ways to go.
Time will take its course and I’ll be free
To have this happiness to myself. Someday.
Don’t give up yet,
Because in the end, it’ll be all worth it.