When Will It Get Better?


You wonder why I am so sad.
Funny, I do too.
I see everyone else speaking of happiness,
But all I feel is alone.
I hear laughter and see smiles,
And I see their joy.
Then I wonder what that feels like:
To be who you are,
To be accepted,
And to be free.
They say it gets better,
So I wonder when "better" will come for me.
My eyes are red as I write these words.
Knowing I'll be leaving soon
Gives me a sigh of relief,
But that day won't come soon enough.

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