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For All Those Who Can Relate To This, I Support You.
She was tall, tan and young. Pretty eyes and hidden scars underneath the fake personality. She was trapped in a world that she did not want to be apart of.. she couldn't be herself. She hated who she was pretending to be. Why couldn't she just be herself? Why couldn't she just admit to herself that she was... different? What was the feeling that she was having? What was it.. how did it happen.. when did it start? Unanswered questions flowed through her mind, blocking everything else from coming through.
Who was that girl in the corner of the room? Slender and beautiful, her eyes were like daggers piercing me everytime she looked at me. I wanted to touch her.. I wanted to be with her. What am I thinking?! I can't do this.. I can't say this. This is wrong.. or is it? Please understand me.. please.
Is it so wrong to love another girl? Why am I tortured like this? I love her.. she loves me. But I feel dirty when I think of it. Damn the people who can't handle people who are different. Damn the media for making money off of it. Damn the ignorance of people. Damn everything. All I want is her.. I want to be with her, touch her, hug her.. kiss her. Is there something wrong with that?
No, there isn't. I'm proud of who I am and if you don't like it then you can go to hell. I love her... I love her....
For All Those Who Can Relate To This, I Support You.
She was tall, tan and young. Pretty eyes and hidden scars underneath the fake personality. She was trapped in a world that she did not want to be apart of.. she couldn't be herself. She hated who she was pretending to be. Why couldn't she just be herself? Why couldn't she just admit to herself that she was... different? What was the feeling that she was having? What was it.. how did it happen.. when did it start? Unanswered questions flowed through her mind, blocking everything else from coming through.
Who was that girl in the corner of the room? Slender and beautiful, her eyes were like daggers piercing me everytime she looked at me. I wanted to touch her.. I wanted to be with her. What am I thinking?! I can't do this.. I can't say this. This is wrong.. or is it? Please understand me.. please.
Is it so wrong to love another girl? Why am I tortured like this? I love her.. she loves me. But I feel dirty when I think of it. Damn the people who can't handle people who are different. Damn the media for making money off of it. Damn the ignorance of people. Damn everything. All I want is her.. I want to be with her, touch her, hug her.. kiss her. Is there something wrong with that?
No, there isn't. I'm proud of who I am and if you don't like it then you can go to hell. I love her... I love her....