I am not a sinner.
I am not trash.
But I am told I am because I'm not straight.
I feel like a sinner.
I feel like trash.
Some days I can't even look in the mirror because what stands before me is going to hell.
I don't want to love.
I don't want to live.
Because the life I have "choosen" is wrong.
Because,
I am a sinner.
I am trash.
