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From the perspective of a gay teenager struggling to figure things out about his life.


Submitted:May 23, 2008    Reads: 374    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


This is me; just how I am
I like boys and that's okay
If you don't like it
That's just fine too
I've got everything I need
Great friends who are here to stay
They appreciate me just how I am
Nothing to impress them I have to do
But there are some things I can't figure out
Why my own lord and savior won't accept me
I didn't do anything to be this way
I didn't mean anyone harm
But they say the lord can't love me
And I don't get it; all I've done is be
I only want to be happy and be I
Sometimes I just want to shout; ring a damned alarm
Mother, I love you
And you love how you think I am
But you need to accept this too
If you really want me satisfied
I know you don't accept their kind
And I wish you could maybe pretend?
I want you to love me and me
Yu could at least give it a try
Anywho, this world is so very kind
To people like me, You agree?
Kill them, torture them, "It's not right."
But I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to be me




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