Bisexuals.
Cheaters.
Sluts.
Nonexistent.
Confused.
“You have a boyfriend? I knew you were straight!”
“You have a girlfriend? I knew you were a lesbian!”
“It’s just a phase!”
“You’re being damned to Hell!”
“Ooh, do you think she’s cute?”
“Ooh, do you think he’s cute?”
“Did you just look at her?”
“Did you just look at him?”
“You just haven’t found the one!”
“So...do you like boys or girls?”
“You can’t be both!”
“Ugh, were you checking her out?”
“Ugh, were you checking him out?”
“Only boys can like girls!”
“You can only like boys!”
“You’re only sassy because you’re bi.”

Well, guess what, sweetheart?
I’m sassy because that’s who I am.
I just so happen to be bisexual AND sassy.
Girls can like girls, too.
I have a girlfriend? I’m still bi.
I have a boyfriend? I’m still bi.
I’m going to be damned to Hell? Is it really that bad?
I’ll be with other gay people. Besides, I’ll see you there anyways.
I haven’t found “the one”? Maybe because I’m only 14 years old.
I’m a cheater? My sexuality doesn’t make me cheat.
Besides, why would I cheat on anyone?
I can barely get one person to like me.
I’m a slut? Oh, sure. Yeah. Totally. Okay.
I’m nonexistent? Does that mean I can commit a crime
And not be arrested since “I don’t exist?”
I’m confused?
The only confusing things about this are
Why you don’t accept me.
Why you don’t shut up.
Why you won’t stop.
Why I’m seen as a monster. I like boys like “I’m supposed to.”
I like girls like perverts think I should, as if my love life is a pornography.
It’s just a phase? What is this? Phase Ten? No, this is real life.
MY life.
Do I think she’s cute? She’s pretty, but I’m not into her.
Do I think he’s cute? He’s alright, but I’m not into him.
Just because I am bisexual, that doesn't mean I have a crush on everyone Automatically.
I am bisexual.
I am human.
I am worthy.
I am not a monster.
I am in control of my life.
Not.
You.
I define who I am.
Not.
You.
So how about you just shut up and grow up?