The invisible sexuality
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I am broken
I am invisible
I am not real
I am confused
I am a robot
I do not exist
I am a plant
I "must have been abused"
I cannot feel
I will always be alone
Because I am asexual.
I am not the only one
I am not broken
Invisible though I may be
I do exist
I am real
I am a person
Your words hurt me so I am not a robot
I may be a plant, I do love the sun
I have never been abused, except by the words of peers
I can feel, feel the sting of words
I will never be alone
I have friends
I am in love.
And I am asexual.
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