She used to laugh and play my games,
She used to smile and dance in the rain.
She was the girl that made my day,
She was the girl who thought she was gay.
High school was the place that brought her down,
The names they always threw around.
Fat, gay, leso, freak.. The list goes on but she never peeped.
She would go home and cry all night,
Slice her wrists and die she might.
She always wished she wasn't gay,
Hoping maybe it might fade away.
After a while she started to fade,
Slowing drifting and dying away,
I never knew until she was gone,
That I had loved her all along.
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Social Outcasts
PoetryWe are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are soci...
