Don’t hate me. For I am the child, whose parents hate me Not for something I can control Yet simply because I am homosexual Would you love me If only I was heterosexual Gay means happy, but I am not happy For I am the child my parents hate. I sit in my room at night and cry Oh why did god make me this way Why couldn’t I just be normal But wait I am normal Just not your definition of it Life is confusing enough But I am just perfect as I am So why do my parents call me offensive names The kids at school make fun of me But I can not help why this way that god made me. I start to wonder, is there any place for me But then I find that one soul Who is meant to be with me He understands the way I feel Finally I am a gay homosexual I no longer cry at night In stead I rest safely in his arms I am safe and I am happy This is how god meant me to be
His Cuteness · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 05:30pm · 0 Comments |