A garden full of pinks, yellows and whites there stands one red,
Constantly ignored for the others.
Underwatered, pale, and dying.
Out of the spotlight
Constantly overshadowed by the rest
As it is no one persons fault it's just the way it is.
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I'm Aggressive, Gay, and Hungry. (Hangay?)
PoetryLovely, sometimes sad, and other times bittersweet poems written by a depressed, gender fluid, bisexual 15 year old.
