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I am still ME


I am very different

Some call me queer

Harsh words borne resiliant

Though I can't hide from fear

I see what you think

I know how you feel

Tears on the brink

I'm not unbreakable steel

Tear stained cheek

Late in the day

Taunted and weak

I'm losing my way

Air brings in storms

Rekindling my flame

The waters inform

The earth makes us tame

To live in peace

Is all that I want

The fighting won't stop

My dreams it shall haunt

I cry out at night

I wake with a start

With dark comes the light

I know in my heart

These days are rough

And riddled with pain

Support isn't enough

Tears fall like rain

Plant change in their mind

That's what I've planned

No progress to find

But I've taken a stand

They attack with words

At unhealed wounds

They're all mockingbirds

With unoriginal tunes

I thank all my friends

They comfort my heart

Their love has no ends

And we'll never part

My friends there are many

Can you say the same

For you're all unfriendly

Your attitude to blame

You strike out at me

Your tongue like a knife

My comebacks are free

And shall cause you great strife

My tongue is of poision 

My words end your life

Though I'll make one confession

I search for no wife

So I guess you were right

A tough thing to say

But I'm done with this fight

You can't change me

I'm GAY

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marcus16
<p>High school is full of buillies, all of whom just want you to change into what they want you to be. They will gibe you and jab you verbally, phyically, mentally, and emotionally. But we can't let the bullies get the better of us, we have to stay strong, be ourselves. This isn't just an experience from my life, but in all lives.</p>

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