"I'm proud of you"
I smile as you pat me on the back
"Except for you potentially still being gay..."
Then I tighten
My muscles around my throat choke me up
I don't look at you
I don't want to see disappointment in your eyes
I struggle to compose my tears as you pretend that you never said the heartbreaking things you just told me
I let them fall after you leave
Not wanting to ruin my masterpiece of a woman though
Like a ghost in the room
My heart constricts
But jokes on you mother
While you tell me "gods going to turn you straight"
Its just annoying buzzing in my ear
No he's not...
Who do you think created me this way when I was in your belly?
Oh well, you always worry about what others say
Even if you say you don't
And you would much rather me wallow in self pity if that means the family is OK with it
Your like a child sometimes I swear I was put on this Earth to teach YOU a lesson
Don't worry though
I'll disappear before I cause you a grave heart attack...
