Gay. That is what I am, or so I think. I love boys, they make me feel weird. I get skittish near a boy who says anything nice about me. I giggle like a school girl, I blush and I get goofy. But... I am hidden; From the world outside my shell. A egg who is yet to hatch. A refugee, hidden from those who are there to Hurt.. I scream and kick and snarl at those who call me *******, Queer, or ****.. They think they are smarter than I. Smart enough to use a word that means THE SAME THING. And laugh at me, laugh in my face. So I cut, and lace away at my flesh. Totally brainwashed by the idea that I am not perfect to these standards of living today, that I am abnormal, some call it. Different, or a monster to society. But I keep going, scars on my arm show me I can beat them. I didn't choose to be gay. But I sure as hell Love it.
My view on those who hate upon my fabulous that flows through my veins.