Why...the only question

by Jessica Smith   Jun 26, 2008


Why is it that I am so ashamed of who I am? I hide it and hide it.
Why can't I just be gay and accept it for what it is?
Why am I always trying to be something that I am not?
Why am I looking to be something different?
Why do I have to hate myself for it?
Why am I scared to let it out?
Why can't I look in the mirror and be okay?
Why can't I love myself?
Why do I try to change?
Why can't a lady be gay?
Why am I not accepted?
Why can't I stop asking why?

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  • 16 years ago

    by Michael Verterel

    The questions which form with the WHY are the most iimpacting to us in many ways. Without asking why, we can't continue on with our lives, we're bound to the questions without answers because the journey to the truth makes us feel we have a purpose, when trully all we have to ask is WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE ME FOR WHO I AM??? WHEN WILL THEY JUST SHUT THE HELL UP??? WHERE IS IT THEY SHOULD BE??? WHAT DO THEY CARE IF I'M THIS WAY??? HOW COME I'M LETTING THEM PUT ME DOWN IF THIS IS MY LIFE, NOT THEIRS???

    THE QUESTIONS THAT BEGIN WITH WHY SHOULD BE LIMITED TO OUR BELIEFS AND RESPONSES...

  • 16 years ago

    by NicoleBaby101

    If it helps, bisexual and i get made fun of all the time, and i want to change but and be straight but i know down deep inside me i can't. so im slowly getting use to it and letting people think what they wnt to think, because i know im a better person then they are.

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