I step outside to feel the breeze,
I feel like its controlling me,
Pushing me closer to the people I trust,
Pushing me farther from my hate and disgust,
Finally people understand,
Finally they know who I am,
They don’t judge they don't laugh they don’t point they stare,
They finally get why I am scared,
Scared to be free from what was holding me back,
Scared to reach out for the things I lack,
Finally I know who understands,
Finally I know who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem