My therapist said,
Take this journal home
And write what you feel.
But is it that easy?
For as long as I can remember,
My feelings have been left unsaid.
Even since I came out,
My family neglected me,
My friends abandoned me,
And my peers judged me.
They said high school is amazing,
Full of many new friends for life!
-New Facebook Message-
“Dyke.”
-New Text Message-
“Fag.”
-New Twitter Message-
“Queer.”
I have been called it all,
By these so called ‘friends’.
But I wonder what I have done,
To deserve it all?
I enjoy movies like others do.
I enjoy music like others do.
I like to have fun like others do.
I am a person like others are.
But what made me a criminal,
In other’s eyes?
I learned to love someone,
I’m not supposed to love.
This is the main reason why
I tried to kill myself.
With the constant darkness around me,
I saw no other reason to live.
Of course I didn’t succeed.
This is why I still sit in my room,
And write in a journal assigned by a therapist.
You asked me how I feel?
Alone.