My routine is quite normal every single day.
But I'm always pushed down just because I'm gay.
I try to be friends with everyone.
But somehow I just never have fun.
I look around at all the stares from my peers.
While I hold back a ton of tears.
Little do they know they I didn't choose to be this way.
I get hurt by every single word they say.
I cry myself to sleep every night.
Hoping the next day I won't have to fight.
