Twenty-One Wilted Roses

School.

More like hell, right?

I'm the girl, the one you always see who seems to go towards the back of the room, with an underlying presence of terror surrounding her.

The girl you want to stay away from, yet want to know what makes her tick.

Not popular,

Just infamous.

Amazing isn't it?

I have a small circle of friends I talk to sometimes.

And what we talk about varies.

We get along seemingly well.

Yet joke often.

Name calling,

Fuckoffs,

Sex and drug references,

And all that shit.

All jokes, we never mean a bit of it.

The only thing my friends seem to mean are the comments about Lesbians.

Tim always seems to find a way to judge wiether or not a girls hair makes her a dyke,

And Ally and Mika never even hugged, afraid it'd make them queer.

It was horrid.

But yet, I had to smile,

Smile and laugh.

Agree with Tim.

Never touch another girl.

And snicker at the mention of girls fucking.

Wait.

Something isn't right here.

What is it?

I'm the fucking dyke.

But if I ever told anyone, i'd be compleatly destroyed.

I have a huge school and a small select group of friends.

And everyone would hate me if I was gay.

But I am.

I am, oh I am...

We live in a horrible world,

Full of death,

Full of suffering.

Full of outcasts,

Full of outcasts outcasting.

No good left.

Certain people are better than others,

And in our day and time it seems that gays and lesbians are the lowest of low.

But why?

We're all people.

I guess its because we live in a place where girls are supposed to be strippers and grinders,

And guys are supposed to be pimps.

Gay pimps aren't good for anything.

And strippers who only strip for women aren't worth anything.

In our generation this is how the world is dominated.

Nothing good will come from this, will it?

I guess I can keep my friends,

And live my life in secret.

Forever.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.