I Am So Much More (Because)

Because my dad didn't fight for me

and my mom didn't want me.

Because she always had another man over,

my view of family was askew.

Because my memories are repressed

and the rest weren't very pleasant.

Because I am coulrophobic,

I didn't receive a normal childhood.

Because middle school was a bitch

and sexuality was already complicated.

Because small towns produce small brains,

I lived inside my closet.

Because I can find bottle’s bottoms

and other means of escape.

Because silence was not consent,

I had forced myself into solitude.

Because Bipolar is all too real

and so is depression.

Because giving up would be so easy,

the scars begin to show.

But! Because I dare to dream

and believe in something more.

Because faith can move mountains,

I am still alive!

 Because My God is stronger

then all the trials I face.

Because He sacrificed it all,

I know what Love is.

Because things do get better

and scars will fade away.

Because giving up is not an option,

I am not so easily defined.

I am so much more

than what the world can see.