Sponge

I'm still scared to call myself anything. I don't want a label. They are too confining. But I still want to belong. I want to feel proud. I was taught that it's unlikeable. I've learnt to expect that they will think you are desperate for acceptance. I act like they could all tell me to burn in hell and it would only fuel the fire. But really. it's the little things. The looks when we walk too close together. the rumours when i hold her kiss her cheek goodbye. The fact that they get caught up when they notice it's a she and not that i'm happy. I pretend that I don't care. Like I'm ready to fight them love. But the worst part isn't what they say, or don't say or what they do, or don't do. It's how I'm learning to do it too.