I never thought I would see the day,

Where I couldn't face my parents 

And tell them how I felt.

Tell them what it is like,

To be me.

At the tender age of 14,

The first time I laid eyes on her.

Never knowing what it was like to be with a "her",

Yet I was fascinated by the way she made me feel.

Having to go home to my parents

And never speak about her.

In fear that they wouldn't love me if they knew I was gay.

But I wasn't gay.

The same affection came from guys,

The same butterflies, emotions, thoughts.

But I couldn't escape the thought of having her near me.

I needed her.

But the world is not mine to say that

Who I need should be with me.

We get told that we're confused or experiment,

But I know what I want.

We're told to be who we are but we get pushed into a corner

Where our community is only for us and that's okay.

They say we're apart of society from the tiny little box they shove us in.

No law is comparable to the feelings society has towards us

And if we believe in their God, we're damned to Hell for it.

No one can make us

No one can break us

We are our best us

Why not just let us be us?