Stigma
I will not bleed for you today.
I will not cut myself, or drink a beer,
or stick my finger down my throat
so you can watch me die
and be sorry for me.
Today I will live
and be happy
in spite of you
or your trivial opinions.
Ha!
Point and laugh if you wish.
The joke's on you.
I remain content while you drown
in your own pettiness.
You fear your truth,
so you poke fun at mine
and lie stagnant
in you own egotistical musings.
Today I will look into the mirror
with no mask.
The task at hand
will be my own honest evaluation.
I will shed the skins of your opinion
to stand before my creator
and rely on his grace
to grow and change,
Unhampered by the chains or
judgement you try to hang around
my neck.
No, I will not bleed for you today.
Instead I will offer you a prayer
rather than my self destruction.
