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grey area


i feel like an alien sometimes
out of this world
because i'm not always sure
that i like the idea of
being with a boy
or a girl
or anyone really


 

my face floods pink when
people find out that i
am not sexually active
even with myself 
and i try to explain,
"i have no urge,"
but they stare
like onlookers at a 
freak show


statistically, i am
a gold mine, a
pink star diamond:
a rarity
i should feel good
but i don't
instead i feel like
i'm missing a vital
piece of programming
which renders me 
worthless

 

i am vibrant
stuck in a grey area
i am pastel
in a neon world
i fit nowhere
but i want 
to fit 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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