"Ooh, what's he saying now?"
"Get lost! He's not your boyfriend, stop reading our texts!"
"You read mine."
"That's because the only people you text is your mum and me."
"That's not true!"
"Yes it is."
I dropped my head in embarrassment, staring at the floor. She's right, I don't talk to anyone. I'm locked up inside my own head and the only time I let it out is when I can't hold it anymore. I'm not known for being loud, I'm never loud.
I'm the lonely boy who sits at the back of the class, with-holding one of the biggest secrets someone could ever keep.
Only she knows; my best friend. Ellen is just as quiet as me in class, but she isn't afraid to talk to people in a more social environment.
As for me?
I can barely mutter a hello.
I don't like being so quiet,
in my head I'm not.
I'm the loudest person in the room.
It's just this secret;
it holds me back.
I know what it is that holds a padlock on my lips,
it's not just the fact that I prefer the same gender.
I'm jealous,
Ellen and her boyfriend, they're cute.
But I liked him first.
It's not the fact that he's hetrosexual,
Well, I guess that's one of the reasons.
It's just the fact that I'm scared of what
He'll think.
What everyone will think.
That's why I spend my life mute.
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Fingers
PoesíaJust a little something, A poem; more like, About a girl, Who fell in love with a boy, Who isn't around anymore. And many other stories, About many different people, Living very different lives, But who all seem to, Relate, To each other, In some wa...
