Hold your head high

October 7, 2014

"SLUT!" They shout in my direction.

The hallway grows hushed as they await the reaction from me,

Me, the gay whore who slept with 4 guys

Or was it 5?

I cant remember nowadays.

The people who pity me tell me to "Hold your head high"

So I go, head high, jugular exposed, through the halls,

But the whispers follow me.

I imagine they're just autumn leaves rustling around my feet.

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