High school. It is the only place I can think of, where someone can decide your sexuality for you.
It's the place where when you tell someone that you can't give them the relationship they deserve
They can turn that around into “Well you, you and your best friend, are obviously more than friends” and “You should just openly admit that you're bisexual”.
It's the place where a safe conversation, a private sharing of news, turns into headline news.
It's the place where the right thing for you is the wrong thing for them, and ends up being the wrong thing for you to do
And it's the place to experiment, but the only place where you will be judged for exploring who you want to be, or if you've already found you,
It's the place where you will be judged for being you.
It's also the place where you will be judged for being who you didn't even know you were until just now when you got told by someone who doesn't even know you.
Who are you to tell me who I am anyway?
I know who I am, maybe I just don't want to share it with the world yet.
It's still growing, still learning.I don't want to share me yet. I want to revel in me.
Revel in the warm fuzzies that accompany knowing who I am.
So that was a poem... I think it's a slam poem, but I'm not sure. Anyway, high school is hating on me today. Not the actual people in high school [well maybe one or two, but they're super laaaame]
Anyway, Alice the Bactrian camel had two humps. Have nice day!
