My Poem To S.B

Have you tasted these tears, Falling down my face? Then tell me how you think That this is ok. I’ve seen a best friend cry, A mother too, I’ve had a family member die, Now walk in my shoes. It’s not so easy, Doing what I do. Being who I am, And smiling, too. When you judge me, I just turn and walk away. You’ve never lived my life, Now what do you have to say? I say it’s unfair to be judged so often, By people other than me. This is my life, not yours, So I am who I want to be.