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Mentally rapedMentalt våldtagen
De tyckte det var okej för mig att gå ensam på rasterna
De hade inget emot att jag tog emot de där elaka blickarna,
när jag läste upp min uppsats i skam
Skolsköterskan hjälp var att peka ut mina brister
De tittade alla på när jag blev mentalt våldtagen
Dom lät det ske
They thought it was okay for me to walk around alone on the breaks
They had nothing against me recieveing all those mean stares,
as I read out my paper in shame.
The school nurse's only help was pointing out my flaws
They all looked at me when I was mentally raped
They let it happen
I got treated like an animalJag blev behandlad som ett djur
De petade på mig med taggiga pinnar
genom gallren på busshållplatsen.
I got treated like an animal
They poked me with thorny sticks
trough the bars at the bus stop.
I'm asexualWhen I was a teenager I tried to find out what my sexuality was.
For some reason I tried to stray away from the norm, which to me was heterosexuality.
Was I gay or bisexual? I wondered.
Even if I deep inside allready knew part of the answer.
Now me and my thoughts and understanding of myself has matured enough to see things more clearly.
I'm not gay, I'm not bi, and neither, am I straight.
However, that does not mean that I am incapable of loving a person.
On the contrary I get attracted to people I barely even know. That is, in fact a reoccuring problem of mine, even.
However, I am not attracted in a sexual way, no, what I'm attracted to are their souls, or to put it in other words(because "soul" sounds a bit raw, allthough that is how I see it), their mind, how they are as a human, what their interests and their humour are as well as their morals. I think that combined, these things are what makes a person beautiful.
Aparrently, what I am, is correctly labeled as an "ase
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