The tears run down my cheek. Another night I cry myself to sleep.
Who am I? Why me?
Here I go again. The wetness on my cheek.
What is wrong with me?
Am I male? Am I female? I really don’t know what to make of me.
Wow she is petty. No that’s not right. I shouldn’t think that way.
The big book, the man in the sky. They say what I feel just isn’t right.
I’m so confused. I just want to give up. Another night my pillow is wet.
I just want to be dead.
Look at that there are others like me.
Why am I crying? I am me!
What you think of me. Doesn’t matter.
Call me Gay, Homosexual, lesbian, dyke, carpet muncher, it, them I don’t care.
What you see is what you get.
No more crying, no more confusion.
I have finally realised this part of me is not bad.
All I do is fall in love with people that are the same sex as me.
We are all different. That’s what makes the world unique.
Instead of judging me for one bit of me. Get to know the whole of me.
Time to live my life to the full.
Definitely No more crying just because of my sexuality.
By Just a Cleaner.