Lesbian:
So what.
I wear baggy shorts.
So what.
I have short hair.
So what.
I like girls.
Why do you try and fit me in your mold.
I am not like you.
I can't help it.
I was born like this.
No one understands how much I go through.
Too much.
So what,
I don't paint my nails.
So what,
I don't have the same dreams as you.
So what,
I don't go to church.
People push me away.
I feel unwanted in the grips of their hateful eyes.
I love god.
But no one can see past the fact,
That I like girls.
Pushed away at school.
Outcast.
Few friends.
But they didn't understand.
Now out of college.
Adult.
People are still people.
People like me are hated by people who don't know.
They don't know how it feels.
They don't know.
Why do people not understand that I am still a person.
I am just different.
So what?
Should you still love me,
For me?
Emo:
So what,
I cut.
So what,
I listen to screamo.
So what,
I like colorful hair.
I go to therapy.
I go to rehab.
None of it helps.
I still bury my feelings deep within.
It would take too much to get out of me.
Scarred emotionally.
Scarred physically.
Scarrs on my wrists.
So what,
I make scars.
So what,
I'm different.
So what,
I don't listen to you.
I am chained down to the bottom of the ocean,
with expections people expect me to follow.
I can't!
Everyone thinks that it just takes a snap of your finger to stop.
No one knows that it is not that easy at all.
Just compassion.
That is all I need
So what.
So what.
So what?
Just love me!
Victim of Abuse:
So what,
I look ok on the outside.
So what,
I need counciling.
So what,
I am scared of people.
I am scared because I have been hurt.
Words.
Phrases.
They torture me and replay in my head and never stop.
I go to sleep crying.
Parents,
Siblings,
Peers,
They all hurt me.
Every day I go to my counselor,
I get better.
But no one understands the feelings I have.
So what,
I'm quiet.
I have few friends.
Even they don't beilive me.
Just take one day in my shoes.
See if you survive the pain.
So what,
I don't have many friends.
So what,
I'm scared to make friendships.
So what?
Just reach out to me.
Gay:
So what,
I'm gay.
So what,
I like boys.
So what.
Call me odd.
Call me strange.
Call me less than dirt.
I don't care anymore.
It hurts.
So what,
I have a more girl-like voice than most.
So what,
I don't have muscles.
So what,
I wear Toms.
I can't help it.
If you were born this way you would understand.
I am beautiful in my own way.
So what,
I don't like sports.
So what,
I hate sweat.
So what,
I don't want a girl friend.
Just accept me,
For who I am.
For strangers I know that is hard.
When they see me walking around the mall hanging out with my boyfriend.
So what?
I'm just being me.
