What's your vice?
Some girls are anorexics
Some girls are shopaholics
But I am desperate
Whenever my mom turns her back I waltz turn and strike a pose like a model on the runway. Whenever we're watching tv and see a hot shirtless guy I hold in all those "OMG he is so sexy"s.
I've never been to a party, that's my fault, I was controlling myself. You know those sleazy girls that everyone has used and thrown away but still comes back for more? That would have been me
I'm not the beautiful Calypso that laughs, and twirls her hair like the nymph she is. I'm more like a siren hiding my image behind facades the same way they use their songs. And you know those girls that throw everything they have and everything they are into a relationship? That would be me, if I was a girl.
If I was a girl maybe I would've been one of those alcoholic girls or those workaholic girls. But I am a boy that likes boys and feels like a desperate girl that craves for a love that seems out of sight yet always in sight. Whenever my mom is not looking I stare at the mirror and hate what she gave birth to, not because I'm a boy but because I am a boy that controls his desire for other boys.
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