"Mama it hurts!" The girl cried.

"What hurts?" The kind gentle wind answered back.

"My thoughts! My thoughts hurt! They make me hate my sexuality and make my insides burn. They say I'm a predator and I know they aren't true but it hurts! They make me wanna scratch my chest and neck to the point I bleed! Mama, it hurts!" The girl screamed.

Me.

I am that girl.