why
Why? Is there a reason that I sit here like this? Is there a reason why you hate me---why I hate myself? Words are cheap, and yet they mean so much! The things you say are meaningless to you---yet so important to me. Flamboyant is a word associated with hate. A faggot, queer, or homo I can handle, but flamboyant makes me want to hurt you for hurting me. Sex can mean pleasure, yet it is also frought with pain. Every individual seems to have something to gain, but what is in life for me? I wish the pain could end---I wish I could think. Too many people, too many thoughts and ideas. They all circle in my head with hate. I try to keep it inside and cover it with a smile. I don't want to confide in you. I don't want anyone to know. You can't trust the world, because the world doesn't care. The world just wants to see you cry, for to cry is to be alive. If this is a truth, then I am free!