Why do they throw that word around
As though it were an insult
As though it wasn't us
I'll write it on my forehead if I have to
But please
Make them stop talking
As though I wasn't right next to them
Feeling their every word like a knife plunging into my stomach
I want to puke
But they don't know
They keep talking
Not knowing the true meaning of their words
YOU ARE READING
lesbian poems
PoetryJust an angsty gay teen actually doing something for once (it's all in the title)
