I'd love to be fixed but I've given up hope. "It's messed up" I get that alot from the pope. I'd love to love to like my family has told me but I'm sick at the thought of a guy trying to hold me. Am I wrong? Am I broken? I'm lonely for sure, But as a lesbian in Utah I don't get much allure.
Idk weather to laugh or cry at this poem, so I'll just apologize I guess?