Dear Mommy
I wish you could be proud of me
But I'm not even your son
You disowned me from the truth
that you're determined to outrun
You can't even look at me anymore
what are you so afraid to see?
The son that you can't accept
Or the son that I'll never be?
Because I know about your plans
The all American life
Two kids, a dog, the white picket fence
with a beautiful at home wife
But I'm never going to live that dream
That you carved so furiously in stone
And this house, who's threshold you rule upon
Will never be called 'home'
With Bible books as midnight snacks
And God as the judge for our mistakes
When you fail to see the struggle
I go through with every breath that I take
This isn't a home just a simple house
That we tried to fill with memories
Smiling faces cheerful laughter
That will never remedy
The fact that you don't love me
That I am forever the "exception"
To your otherwise happy family
But trust me, I tried,
every Goddamn day
I prayed to the Lord of our Holy church
That everything would be okay
But instead you discarded me
Into the frozen wasteland of your heart
You promised to love me always
But you just left me to fall apart
All because of two simple words
I happened to trust you to recieve
But accepting me and what I am
Is an idea you can't convieve
Because I am unnatural, a freak
and no longer am I your son
You severed our relationship
I tried to fix, but it's done
You got what you asked for
Your all American Dream
Two kids, a dog, and the white picket fence
Minus one homosexual teen
Sincerely
Your son.
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Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...