First Year

Spent a year finding myself,

Feeling obliged to declare who I am,

In amongst a crowd of new faces,

All nodding, this is life now.


Spent a year settling in,

Tolerating her, ignoring him,

All for what?

To feel as if you fit in.


I’m told those who matter love you

For what you are,

Not who, but what,

I’ve found we can all be monsters.


Because those who matter

Are human too.

So what do you do,

When one decides you cannot be you?


Spent a year trying my best,

Another first year where nothing makes sense,

Once more I’m reminded,

It’s not that easy kid.

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