I am wrong in all these aspects!

To love,

To live,

To desire,

Is there something so dreadfully wrong with me?

That I must be shunned and ostracized?

Although I am labeled as a burden amongst the world,

Am I not allowed to exist in this world?

If I may not be entitled to my opinion

Or ears to hear they may be used none

(I am vile and hated…)

 

Is it true what they say?

“Uhg!! What a freaking loser!!!”

Whose opinions are worth but a speck of dust?

And yet they compromise my heart; breaking and aching

Only in the sweet rapture of earthly repose

Shall I be accepted for my pestilence and…?

“Abnormalities”

My wanton existence and lonely soul;

For my preferences,

For that which I have kept hidden nearly a millennium

Under the thickets of my mind,

Never allowing it to slip my lips until now,

AND I am judged for it!?!

How fair is this modern society that extirpates those

For that which to believe?

Labeling me a “freak…”

When – I -- have done NO wrong…

 

Only in Death shall I be free

As my heart quivers of persecution

By those who were to:

“Love no matter what,” and

“Support your decisions?”

And what country of freedom is this where

Those, for their own preferences, are judged by society,

A society meant to embody freedom?

 

But!! Here I am.

Deemed “wrong” by my family,

Chastised and, once again, cast aside

Can I do nothing right?

Only in Death, shall my misery cease,

Only in Death, shall there be FREEDOM!!!

Only in death, will I be loved

Only in death………