You look in the mirror and you don’t see what others see.
You think you’re ugly, no matter that everyone tells you that you’re cute, and it makes you blush and think of puppies and babies.
It doesn’t make you think of yourself.
Trying to fit in and be in style you wear your hair long, like all the other guys, retro, like black & white photos’ you’ve seen from the 1960’s.
You don’t like to smile, especially when someone has a camera and says ‘cheese’. Your teeth aren’t movie star white and straight. But neither are you. Well you are white, but..
And when you open your mouth to speak, with a slight lisp, even your very best friends tease you and call you ‘queer’, or ‘sissy boy’.
You act like it’s funny, but inside you cringe and hope they don’t find out your secret.
The Prom is coming up and your mom is all excited, thinking that you’d actually go and dance with a girl. Maybe you will just so no one suspects.
You think, maybe Jesse will be there and decide to go.

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What Other's See
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