From your high horse of
righteousness you preach
Causing stares
Pointed fingers
And words of murmured
hate
Darkness spreads from
underneath your every utterance
You claim to bring
forth a cure
Yet you spread like a
disease
You are not saving
anyone
Only killing those who
are brave enough to believe
Do not mistake
privilege for superiority
We deserve to know our
own happiness
This should not have to
be compromised
Yet no apologies will
ever be made
Because according to
you...
This is what the truth
feels like.
©
2016
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