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Queer

I will not be tamed and walk in no man's shoes. Casting away my role models years ago and laying my dreams to rest. Disappointment leered at me around every corner. By placing my faith in others I was deeply hurt by their treachery. From this rebirth, like the phoenix rising from ash, I have grown to trust no one. I offer my help to those who would take advantage of me. It's obvious that they are abusing me, I am not blind, yet I enjoy the pain. I will push you away if you get to close. Why trust you when I know it will lead me to pain? When we allow ourselves to become intimate with others, we ask for anguish. I say these things, act this way, only to frighten those who try to get close. If you fear me, you can not hurt me, I am in control, not you, and I am dominant. I will not be forgiven for those things, which I have done, no matter how evil. Every dark moment, my shadow's glory, will replay in my mind for eternity. I was hurt, so in turn, I hurt. It is part of the cycle of life, mere survival. You may think that I am troubled, that is true, more than most can even comprehend. I want to hurt you, cause you pain, make you as miserable as I am. You will never know this, I keep my shadow hidden, and I am a liar. I must never let my true motives show through to the world. It, they, you will never understand how I really feel. You ask me, I say, "I am fine," all the time thinking about hurting you. I could slit your jugular and not think twice about it, you mean nothing. I don't want to be fixed, leave me to burn in this broken state, don't pretend you care. Leave me alone, I am sick of your shit, fuck off, I am the only real person I know. Not filled with the pretension of those around me, painfully, I know what I am. I am queer, the oddest man you have met, and I am also the sincerest one.

Beauty

Beauty is not always measured by physical attractiveness. A pretty smile is great, but the person themselves is important. Ignorance, petty mindedness, and indecision can ruin the most flawless face. Mental attraction is stronger then has more power than physical lust. The body grows old and changes, muscle turns to fat, auburn hair to gray. The appeal of beauty and youth lose their power in the sand of time. The mind ripens and blooms like a delicate flower. As you come to know another person the attraction grows. A mental bond is formed that can span for eternity. A mind is worth desiring, a body is not, true beauty runs far deeper than that.