When I started out, things where easy.

Everyone was told to play nice and be friends,

Kiss her cheek and hold her hand.

I was taught to love other people and be who I am.

But as I went on, I found another meaning,

People in my school didnt know love or compassion.

I kept going, spreading a dream,

That maybe we were all the same,

I learned to look in between all the grey.

But my friends just told me that I was gay.

I had no idea what that meant, so I went along with it.

People started to question me and beat me and yell at me,

But I never let their words touch me.

I kept spreding love and compassion and what I thought was "grace"

I never fought back, I never said a word,

I came home with bruises, and cuts,

words scribbled on my arms,

"fag" and "gay", "little no words"

They never hurt me, they never left a mark on my spirit.

Then I started dating, and I was beaten worse,

He was supposed to protect me, but insted he broke me.

He took my soul, I thought he had my heart,

He was the only person to ever leave a mark on me.

After that I couldnt stand a man,

So everyone called me gay again. 

This time I tried it, and I realized that no man would understand,

I turned to the girls to make a stand.

The names got worse, the beating intensified.

I didnt care, my heart was still beating.

I still tried to spread love and compassion,

But my spirit was broken.

I started to hate myself,

I tried to love everyone else.

I went like this for three years,

I made a great deal of friends,

I dated and loved and loved again.

I spread my message, 

I love everyone.

So no one is left to love me.