I once loved one man, he took my only heart and right there in front of me, he ripped it apart I know he didn’t mean to, and the fault is mine to blame but the guilt and pain remains all the same but now I understand, why he ran away now I understand why he didn’t stay he was afraid to love, and afraid to take a chance he was afraid to leave and make another stance he was afraid to make his mark on societies wall he was afraid to take a leap, as he could fall he would have rather stayed inside that rotting jail he rather stay with society, even though I paid bail he made his mind and stayed with society even though he had his chance to be free so now as I sit outside societies dream I linger like a nightmare, making people scream they say its just a phase, that I’ll get over it soon they say its a disease, like the werewolf and the moon but deep down in my heart, I know it isn’t so because I have to be strong, so I can show people like the one man who threw me in a bin that no matter how hard they try, we will never give in! cause what’s the point of hurting us? so we can feel bad? so we can understand what its like to be sad? well we already know just how it feels cause it is so hard for us to reveal that we like the same sex, and who really gives a damn? goes in the end we all still go all cold and clam so who cares if I’m gay! I am proud to be because in my world I take it as a victory that I can make a choice and stand from the rest be an individual and try my best and kids at school may laugh at me and call nasty names but you know what? it doesn’t matter its all a game! cause later on in life they will suddenly see that the reason I was gay, was because it was me so go on a call out names and raise your heads so high but remember who I am, just before you die remember that I was strong and managed to pull through and remember that if I can do it, then so can you so today I stand and say that I am proud to be gay and if I had a choice... I’d have it no other way!