My sister enters, I wince

Another of her screams echos in my ears

"You are no prince!"

Though she's been my princess through the years

 

My mother smirks

Her work has paid off

Kill my quirks

Make my life so rough

 

My father lies cold below

Six feet below for so many years now

Would he tell them, no?

Smack! "Ow!"

 

My mother glares from above me

I had forgotten to watch myself 

"You are unholy!"

I have no faith left

 

"Boys should like girls"

My sister tells me

"That's our world."

And she leaves

 

I feel my eyes water

My mother snarls down

"I at least have a good daughter"

I wish I could drown

 

What can I do to change their view?

I will never be accepted.

Do they know I have feelings, too?

I doubt they expect it.

 

My mother leaves with a final kick.

I let out a weak cry.

Their hate makes me feel so sick.

I want to just die.

 

Maybe if I did, all the pain would leave me.

Maybe I would enter bliss.

Surely God can't truly banish me.

I nodded my head, ready for this.

 

A suit and tie, and rope, and a chair.

A note hidden in my pocket, and one on the bed.

My rope necklace tightened as I jumped into the air.

Soon I was released from life. I was dead.

 

My mother found me and smiled.

"Finally, no more disgraces."

My sister wasn't fazed as she picked up the phone and dialed.

All the policemen had sad, forgiving faces.

 

The note my sister found told her I loved her.

She tucked it away, remembering the years before.

A note to be found in the future,

Told of my story. It told them more.

 

It showed that I was hated for who I loved.

I was beat for being true.

I was kicked, hit, and shoved.

My mother didn't care, but do you?