Crystal Tears

Crystal tears stain my skin,
As I remember the past I had.
The times I was happy,
When he could make things right,
Dad,
You asked mom where you ‘went wrong’ with me
Because I don’t believe the same things as you,
Because I have my own version,
Because I was taught I could think for myself.
Dad,
You said a year between my boyfriend and I
Was a thing you couldn’t remember
Because it didn’t affect you.
These crystal tears stain my skin,
They scar me.
I’ve dreamt of the biting sting of a blade to my skin,
Places it won’t kill me.
You say you know me better than I think,
You can’t even remember the date it will be.
Your mind is rotting away,
Faster than my sanity.
I’ve dealt with things you probably wouldn’t touch.
I let people be themselves
Without judgment,
Without dehumanizing them.
There IS such a thing as bi,
I have friends who are.
There are many different ways to think,
Not just the ways you think.
Call me wrong,
I don’t care.
I just don’t want to deal
With more of my own crystal tears.