Ride Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

calling from within, without the sign of weakness,
asking for the honesty that is deserved,
from all the statements i have voiced,
everything but the answer is clear,
some how i find the ignorance is bliss,
asking for the chance to prove myself,
and all i hear is i need a chance to breath,
the places that i can't fit in, the sign of my body,
feeling the hate that i seem to miss,
to bite the lip on my face,
that is morning, the loss of something true,
the ultimate room to become the one,
who i have always been, always been true too,
always asked to be beside me,
to help me along my travels to become,
anything but the ones who stalk me,
who try to make me lost within,
and i stand up and find,
that i can't hold on.