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Love is Love.

A poem about a girl I once knew, and her struggles of love.

“Every night before I go to sleep,

There is this special love I seek.

But every night I also realise,

That for this special love, I will be criticised. 

And I don’t know how to feel,

People think I am joking about what is real.

They make jokes about love and how mine isn’t quite right,

But I deny it, and throw accusations into scene of this stary night. 

What if I were to tell them, that their jokes were real,

And that my accusations were all wrong, about how i feel.

All humans do love, so do you, so do I.

Why is it such a crime, to love another gender, to be be gay, straight or bi?

Isn’t it all the same?

And as I write these exact words, my hands are shaking.

And as I write these words, my hearts protective barrier, is slowly breaking.

And tears run down my eyes.

Why? Because I know once I tell the truth, I will be despised.

“Its WRONG. Its DISGUSTING. Its just a FAD.”

“But be yourself darling, don’t let the world make you mad.”


Do you know how horrible it feels, to come home after a long day of pretending,

To love a guy, and that your love for him, is unending. 

To know that each guy you ever “loved,” you never did.

For if I were to follow my instincts, GOD WOULD FORBID!

And Ill just tell you the truth right here, right now.

I have never loved anyone I supposedly loved.

People wonder, why I throw my relationships away, without a care.

Simply, because I was confused of who I was, didn’t want to be bare.

I didn’t want to admit to myself, and want others to know,

That my “love” was just a show.

Kind of sad I suppose.

Im just caught in this tricky web called “society.”

I know people will call me names, and friends will be lost.

Because I followed my love. All will come at a cost. 

I always lie, lie, lie…

But people never notice, never asked why.

Well Ill tell you the truth now.

The whole, damn, truth.

I don’t love boys, I love girls. Accept it or not. “

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Being Gay is Wrong, they Say

They say to be gay is wrong, nothing but a stupid trend,

They say that they have the choice to be different, they just pretend.

Its something wrong and disgusting, that people shouldn’t be exposed to .

Its so wrong for people to see, or unknowingly run into.

But let me ask you, do you really think they have a choice?

After years and years of people telling them how wrong they are, you become nothing but background noise.

Little Max was always a lovable child, loved to help others around him, and was the kindest of all.

But he never had a passion for “boy sports,” football, rugby, baseball.

He didn’t love girls the way he was “supposed” to, which he found out from a young age.

And when his friends found out, they beat him to his lowest, ripped his heart out of his rib cage.

His world became dark, he started to believe what everyone told him, wanted to change.

But every time he tried to love a girl, it felt so weird, so strange.

After 12 years of schools torture of telling him how much of a looser he was,

He still didn’t give up because,

Because he didn’t want to give in, he was strong and knew he couldn’t let them bring him down.

And if there was one thing to make them get worse, it was for him to frown.

One day he told his parents, and guess what they did?

They rejected him, never wanted to talk to him again, even though he was their own kid.

Even though they had always told him they would love him no matter what.

Even though they had always told him they wanted him to be happy.

It was only when Max took his life, that they started to notice how much they actually missed,

their only son. They realised he had killed himself, because every time he asked them to love him for him, they would resist.

He had killed himself, because he couldn’t be himself, in a world full of prejudice and hate.

They realised he would still be their small Max, whom they loved, no matter weather gay or straight.

But it was too late.

And people still think, gays have a choice.

People still bring them down.

People still cut them with their words, want to make them drown.

How sad to think, that somewhere right now, a kid is thinking about taking his life, due to his sexuality.

How sad.