• 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