There Ain't Nothin' I Can Do To Make You Stay

Why is it that everybody else has friends and I don't? How come everybody else can be vile and point out flaws of one another, yet when I stick up for myself I get a punch in the face? What is my problem?
Gay. Faggot. Emo.
Those are a few of the words I am welcomed with whenever I enter the school grounds. I try to shrug it off - they're right in the fact that I am gay. There is no problem with being homosexual, but not a lot of people seem to understand that. They think it's gross. They all have better things to care for such as themselves. I am a mess. A wreck. I came to the conclusion way before anybody else pointed it out.
I have a large nose that takes up the majority of my face, and my eyebrows look like I was born with slugs superglued over where the tiny hairs should have been. I am lanky and tall which makes me wish I was muscular, although the gym doesn't work for me - I give up too easily. I have no talent except for the ability to play the guitar, and I'm not even that good at it. That doesn't mean I can do anything with my talent though. The music industry is tough. Besides, who would want to risk their reputation and be in a band with me?
Overall, I am poor with my looks. Nobody would want to look at me or touch me, yet alone fall in love with me. Who would want to fall in love with trash?
I know nothing about love. I've obviously had no experience in the "love department". How do you kiss somebody? How do you know that somebody definitely likes you? It would be nice if I did find somebody. I've eyed up a few cute guys at school and around town. They don't know I exist. They never will. I don't stand out.

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