"You know I was never the one to be popular. I was never the one who sat with the cool crowd or fit in with everyone else. I was always an outsider looking in. I was always the one getting hurt, because of my sexuality, who I was on the inside. Maybe one day I could be apart of the crowd. Then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be here. I would be hanging with my friends, but instead I'm here, here." He nods as if he understood. But of course, he doesn't understand anything as usual. If he understood, I wouldn't be here, day after day fighting my subsequental fears and my desire to be accepted . "And how does this make you feel, being here and all." I look away in thought as tears start to pool in my eyes."It make me feel like I don't belong in society and this is a way to fix - to umm fix" I burst into tears. My sexuality was not something to be considered fixable.But yet I'm still here. I'm here. "Now join hands so we can close" I look in the eyes of the other people who where here with me, fighting the same battles I was fighting.
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Words as Weapons
Teen FictionAt that moment I decided to ask both of them the same question... "Why?" And yet, I received no answer.. And I watch myself.. Slowly but surely fade out of existence... -XAverageWriterX
