Glass chains have shattered

Touch the glass wall And shatter it all I don’t mean to But I’m about to explode Can’t keep me here for long Unless you want the storm too Cause the chains are gone And I’m tired of waiting ---------For someone else’s approval

Real monsters

I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters