In a world where hate seems so prevalent, why is it I don’t experience this pain in real life? The words faggot, and bitch, next to racial slurs in a comment section, written by profiles which refuse to house a face. Each word is like a punch to the gut. I can’t breath, I choke up, and tears start to well in my eyes. Thousands and thousands of words, every five seconds, every day, pull me deep into the ocean of despair. Is the human race really like this?
I put the phone down; I break the surface once more.
Out in the streets, I’m safe; for the most part. The f-word is no more, and the endless viscousness of the unrulily zoo, which is the internet, is nothing more than a backdrop to a world which is mostly kind.
Writings Of A Queer Mind 