I spent half of my life living half of a life
With my parents expecting me to one day have kids and a wife
Every question they asked made me die a little inside
But I kept with the chain of lies to prevent the impending social suicide
Whoever said "anything that can go wrong will go wrong" didn't lie
For my facade crumbled to smithereens in the blink of an eye
I remamber the screams that followed when mom caught me in the act
I was kicked to the curb before I could even react
Publicly, I was declared a pariah, and any hope of education got nipped in the bud
With my head down, I left town with nothing but a broken dignity as my reward
I was too young, too fresh, too innocent for the world
And by the time it was done with me, I was left homeless, hopeless and mulled
In those ruthless days and cold nights I lost myself
The dreams I once had dimmed as I slowly lost my worth of self
They had found it so easy to rid themselves of the kid they once loved
They had moved on with life while I slowly bled out and starved
They slept through the night while I got raped by drunk thugs
All this pain just because they hated guys like me, fags.
Even though they are at fault for putting my life on hault,
I found my holy grail from all the pain and assault
I am not alone, there are others with whom I can share the pain
And maybe, just maybe, I'm not the one with the stain
If I love who I want to love and on that, others find blame,
Then they certainly are the ones with the problem
To be continued
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Unfortunately this is the eventuality of many LGBTQ+ teens, homelessness. In countries with no recognition for us, it is even worse.......
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