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It was never my choice.
To feel this way.
To like girls...
... And boys.
I never wanted it to happen.
I never asked,
For any of this pain.
For the name calling,
Threats,
All the humiliation.
I've heard "fag" or "queer"
Just too many times.
And it hasn't gotten better.
But I'm sure it'll get worse.
Sometimes,
I just break down.
The roof above me,
Seems to just...
... Collapse.
The walls,
They cave in.
I panic,
Squirm,
Freeze.
And then I just crumble down,
Piece after piece,
Just falls.
An earthquake of emotion,
Corrupts me.
The sea of fear,
Drowns me.
And all I seem to do,
Is just sit and cry.
They like to tease.
They like to torture.
They like to...
Just do anything to cause me pain.
Vicious words,
Sharp like knives,
They throw them at me,
They stab me.
Each and every blow,
Knocks my breath away.
And I just tremble,
And beg,
And wait,
For just a sign of compassion.
For just one friend,
In this lonely world,
Full of nothing but hatred.
And then they blame me...
I'm told,
That how I am,
Will send me to hell,
That I cannot be forgiven.
That there isn't any chance for me,
To escape the final judgement.
It...
Hurts...
Just too much...
It's not fair to be judged this way.
I can't consider myself a mistake,
For loving another guy.
But everyone else around me,
Seems to disagree.
And I just close off my shell,
To all the hatred.
The blaming,
The fear,
The criticism.
And I leave myself,
More alone than ever before...
... I can't find a reason to blame myself for this...
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This is about being bullied... And I am sure that I am just at the beginning of it... I know that I can be a bit "flaming" but it's not fair to be talked about behind my back... It's hurtful, and I hope my pain translates into this poem... Hope you all enjoy...
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I know this is an old post, and an old topic that's been discussed, but you should know something. Every time I read this I think exactly how I felt in telling you I've felt a love for girls. But there is one thing different. I had never known that I was/am bisexual until you asked in that moment. It'd never occurred to me, or even fazed me. So, you're kinda the one who picked it up. I had no idea what the hell to call it. Or even think twice about it. Just... thank you.