He doesn’t think he’s good enough. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. But he’s shining brighter than every star in this damn sky. This damn sky. And everyone can see it but him, Because he has his back turned to the mirror standing right in front of him. As I reach … More On Outshining Reflections.
You’re all I want to write about Because you’re all I think about. But I have no words to use Because my emotions you misuse. I am a water tower filled to the brim with anger and ready to drown the city you’re living in. I constantly tell myself, “I’m so over you.” But … More Thoughts About Her
To the childhood bully who was right about everything she tormented me about: You called me a carpet muncher, a dyke. Now what’s it like to feel lower than the carpet beneath my feet. They all tormented me about what I wore. Like priests without bibles, they preached who I was behind my back. But … More I’m Here I’m Queer: Take 2