You Can Not Mold Me

I look into your eyes

And I hear the lies

Of how you’re going to stay

But I know once I tell you I am gay

you will send me far far away

I am not clay!

You can not mold me into who you want me to be

I can only be me

I get bullied enough for what I like

I continuously get called a dike

I don't need it from you

If you want me out of your life do what you have to do


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