The Same

[DeanUK]

THE SAME

 

 

 

 

There's a voice that's screaming inside me

 

"Why can't I be the same?"

 

Like the rest of my generation

 

Fit into the teenage frame.

 

 

 

 

They hate me because we're wealthy

 

The money is not mine.

 

I don't want the things they buy me.

 

I just want a bit of their time.

 

 

 

 

I can't help finding learning so easy

 

Why am I hated for that?

 

Why resent be cause I am clever?

 

It's like hating a guy 'cos he's fat.

 

 

 

 

I don't like the music you rave to

 

But I don't make fun of you.

 

I listen to classic for pleasure

 

Why does that so upset you?

 

 

 

 

My sexual feelings confuse me

 

I don't feel I'm part of the norm

 

But who can I talk to about it?

 

Admitting would cause such a storm.

 

 

 

 

You think that my life is so perfect

 

Big house and money to spare.

 

If only you knew what the truth was,

 

But I doubt that you'd really care.

 

 

 

 

I hate it that I am so different

 

I don't like the person I am.

 

So why do I just go on living,

 

Yes living a life that's a sham.

 

 

 

 

You hate me because I am different

 

But if I do you a fave;

 

Remove this wart from your presence

 

Would you come and visit my grave?

 

 

 

 

I doubt it; I'd still be neglected

 

A stone carved out with my name.

 

Like so many else in our churchyard

 

Unloved, but at last I'm the same.

 

 

[Nephylim]

That made me shiver. You're so right and so wrong at the same time. It's a treatise on the cruelty of youth. School is supposed to be the best time of your life.... thank Gods that is't true.

 

Another beautiful poem.

[Toast]

There is a positive side to being different and being gay, we are taught not to see or believe it. But this is true about a lot of things. Find your own self and beliefs and values. Like your poems.

 

 

[Gregoire]

Dean, I'm going to assume that that's your name, not that your user name gives it away. I really like this piece. It's structured and I don't see much of that, but that's not the reason that I like it, I just think that it's neat.

 

I like your poem because I remember what it was like for me at your age, and this is very similar to my experience. So, in that, I think that your title is ironic (I do hope that I'm using that word correctly, though if not, I'm sure you understand what I was trying to convey by its usage).

 

I grew up with money, but the feelings that I had for guys made me feel like I was so very alone. It threw me for a loop, but then I found out that there were others within variable degrees of my situation and I realized that I was like more people than I thought. And in the end, though I stand by the fact that we are all beautiful, unique snowflakes, we are more "the same" than different. See what I did there? Even though, this is from when you were fighting your sexuality and thought about suicide, those feelings have a habit of recurring, so I'm relating for that "just in case" moment.

 

Anywhoserwhatsits, I understand your pain, I like your poem, and I believe that poetry is an excellent outlet so...keep it up!