Not Enough

Their hand slaps me and tells me not to indulge in the popcorn, I'm not paying for it.

The depressed people says I am too naive.

Atheists say I'm stupid for believing in fairytales.

Christians say I just need faith.

How can I truly deal with this pain...

If I knew there was truly nothing after I die, I would have killed myself.

I do not need to love when everyone gets their cake,

and I get a crumb,

and I'm told I'm selfish for that crumb...

Even if those who need my voice,

it still doesn't feel like enough.

It's a pat on the shoulder,

but not an intimate kiss

not a "I'll never let you go."

I still wonder why I am here,

in a world where I must hide

my love for a boy

that everyone told me was bad.

This world is nothing to me.

Always has been, always will be.