I have a crush on someone
She's beautiful
Wait
I'm sorry...
Were you expecting me to say he?
Were you expecting the word handsome,
To tumble from my unwilling lips?
Well I'd say I'm sorry,
Except I'm not
I'm tired
Sick and bloody tired
Of always lying
And lying
And lying
And I'm done
No more
I like a girl
A beautiful beautiful girl
With her short blond hair
And intelligence
I've known for some time now
That this is how I am
And I don't love it
But I don't hate it
I tolerate myself
That's all I can say
All I can word
I've been forced
Time
And time
And time again
To not be me
To hide my Her him they
Gay
Non comformist self
To change
To make the right choice
This time
As if I have a choice
I sure as hell didn't choose to be me
I wouldn't have
So you can shove it
You can beat it
You can finally
Maybe
Accept that not everyone is
Normal
Not everyone fits into society's perfect mold
Not everyone is like you
I'm not.
But Maybe
From now on
I can
Be me?
