I walk into the doors of a small room filled with people.
They glace at me quickly, some smiling softly at me.
I wonder what they think when they look at me?
"She's a lovely looking young lady. I'm sure she's Normal. What ever boy who wins her heart will certainly be a lucky one."
"God will do great things for her. I wonder why she looks as if she's in pain. Why would she not want to be in the house of God."
I sit in an Empty pew in the very back of the room.
Having trouble breathing and wishing I could just curl up into a ball or some how become invisible.
If only they knew.
They would say hurtful things and try to hurt me.
"Disgusting faggot you will burn in hell."
"God will give you what you deserve you repulsing sickening sack of sin."
If only they knew.
They would not smile at me.
They would not try to shake my hand.
They would not tell me good morning.
They wouldn't look at me with caring eyes.
They would not tollerate my presence.
There would be judgement.
And looks that could kill.
Abuse of every nature.
I walk into the chruch.
The perfect people of God look at me.
If they knew how I was.
I scream out.
Everyone in the room turns and stares.
I stand up crying.
I walk out.
