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One Day Collections - 4. Why?
This one is more of a blog post type of thing but I'm leaving it up anyway.
Why cant it be real?
Why cant I be allowed to love anyone?
There is no reason for people to keep hating me just because of who I love. I can't effing choose it, and neither can they. My own parents can't even understand that. I just wish the people I loved would be understanding. I wish that they wouldn't put themselves before everything else. I wish that they could understand that there could be the slightest possibility that they would be wrong. I wish I could feel loved. I wish I didn't have to hide behind a mask just to make other people feel happy with me; I wish I could just be me. I feel so trapped. I can't handle it anymore. I just want to break down and cry for a million years. I wish there was just some way to enlighten people so that there wouldn't be so many senseless bigots in this world. I can't even think about being in love without cringing at the thought of disappointing someone else who "frowns upon" being gay. I feel like giving up. The only reason I wont give up is because goddammit I'm a stickler for hope. So all I can do is wait until the day my prince sweeps me off my feet and I don't have to worry about being hated because of who I am. I want that so much it hurts. I just want to be loved for me, not for the mask I'm forced to give everyone. All I want is love, that's all I ask for, that's all I could ever want. Everything else is meaningless, just let me love and be loved, please, I beg you.
One Day I hope the world will understand.
One Day I hope I can be free.
One Day I hope...
This one is more of a blog post type of thing but I'm leaving it up anyway.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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