Literature
LGBT who we are today
I've been called a dyke or a lesbian, more than twenty times
Those names still ring subconsciously inside my tiny ears
The ones who scream it along with my name, will never know the damage that they've caused
It is an issue when you no longer want to be you
That stage hasn't started, but I'm sure it's not too far
People who are cruel don't even know my secrets
They guess at who I am but they will never know
Since when have they taken the time to try and know my real identity?
Bisexual, Pansexual, Transgender or gay
In the end it doesn't matter,
As long as they think I am different!
Normal is a word they try to use,
Categories
