mom, I'm sorry I am gay
I know you wanted a normal son
after all your other son isn't "normal"
I'm sorry for revealing my mind to you
the dark and dirty crevices of my brain
the parts that you wanted to forget
sweep under the rug
I'm sorry for all the hospital visits
the expensive meds
just to make me feel normal
sorry I couldn't be strong on my own
I'm sorry for being a lost adult
for asking you millions of questions I should know the answer to
for making bad decisions
I'm sorry for not eating enough
and then for eating too much
for not exercising enough
I'm sorry for the scars on my arm
that you have to pretend not to see
that your tongue bleeds the same from biting it
I'm sorry that you have to defend me
that my "lifestyle" puts yet another barrier between you
and your mom
I'm sorry I'm your son
