It's okay, to be a little gay.
I'm not who you want me to be.
Your higher power can't even save me, I wear it with pride.
Somewhat.
Because deep down I want to mold myself into your ideal person, I want to be your shining star.
I want you to love me.
Regardless if I have to strip away my pride and stand bare.
I'll still have my dignity.
I'll still know who I am, but at least you love me.
Have you thought for one second maybe I was made this way?
Have you thought about walking in my shoes?
Will you even listen to me?
Doesn't your higher power tell you not to judge?
Doesn't this figment of imagination love all?
Why do I have abide by rules?
Sometimes I think you don't even want to look at me.
I don't want to walk through those double doors, I don't want to hear praises.
I don't want to pretend.
Mommy this is me.
Your seed, your being.
Love me, accept me.
Doesn't your higher power encourage that?
