what's wrong with you?Mature

people ask me that,

and I'm never sure how to answer.

i once said,

what's wrong with the world?

it is a place where people are ostracized,

isolated, despised.

she gave me a dirty look and called me a faggot.

I am not ready to be punched

in the face for 

being who I am,

I am never ready.

The End

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