A sparkling esoteric star
Keeps on the hope ajar...
He stood staring
Hearing the echo of their words...
When I think back to that fateful day
I now have so much I would like to say...
Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
Little boy blue
with sagging jeans...
I'm a heterosexual,
Conservative white male...
Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
Harsh times we live
under these days...
Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...
I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...