Wings of life, I love those words. It means, why is it so hard to fly towards the things that make you...well you. This is for anyone whos reading it. Why is it so hard to say or tell anyone your gay? It's even hard for someone like me. I can't bare to think about what my parents would think or say. When they orbit something called Prefection. And ifI pop that bubble of Prefection I'am something different. A "Sin" they say, that what I'am doing is wrong. How can something be wrong when it feels so right? I've lived most of my life in depression. And i'am only 16 going to 17. It hard for people like me to just go on and telltheir parents that,their a bisexual. When someone like me has been a screw up most of their life. In fear of being kicked out of the family, a threat of being different.I mean,I made so many mistakes, imagine what would happen ifI told them my deepest darkest secret. Whats wrong with being gay? or even a bisexaul. But many people wonder why? Why be gay? Im gay because it makes me happy. Not happy that im in love with the oppostie sex. But happy that i've found someone, just like me. Who loves me for who I'am. I not saying theres not a man out there like that for me. Im sayingI found someone, on whom i desired man or women. People think love has to be an image of a man and a women. No, thats not true at all. What is love? Can anyone tell me? Here my opinion on how love is. Love is knowing that someone out there is thinking of you, no matter how far they may seem. Love is sitting in a cold room, in the arms of the person who admires you, for being yourself. Love is when you can't stop thinking of the person, no matter how hard you try. Love is an infection, and im happy im infected. And happy that theres no cure to this newly found sickness.You know something?I could careless of what people think of me. But...at the same timeI do care. It is apart of what makes upin mydepression. You see, when people find out your gay, they say the most harmful things. It's like once you gay your not human. And that the words their saying can be deflected. Thats not even true, it's like an arrow cutting through your heart. But as you struggle to pull it out, it cause more pain. And in that pain theres fear. Fear of telling your parents the truth. Fear of being alone and rejected. Thats the kind of fear that changes who a person is. My parents still don't know of my secret. But maybe some day, when they stop hating me for being who I'am. And hating people who follow the same path asI do. Maybe the world can be a better place. War is one of the problems we have in this planet, hate triggers war, and war triggers death. Why should we be hated? because we are different? What will the world look like, if every followed the same destiny? I'am proud to be different, proud to be my own person. Proud to be seperated from the rest. And most important, I'am proud thatI have chosen a path which makes me happy.
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