I came out to my classmates last week and now I really wish I hadn’t.
It never stops does it?
The bullying, the hatred, and the prejudice
Why me?
What’s so different about me?
Is there something wrong?
I’m just like everyone else.
Human.
Normal.
If nobody cares about me, then why am I alive?

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The Story of Us
PoetryCollection of poems of real people's perspectives. Stories of real life