Proud

He wonders if he’s alone, or if there’s another
Like him, as he slips on his headphones to drown out his mother
They never talk they only yell
Feels like he’s walked straight through hell
And he’s only sixteen
He wonders what’s it all mean
They treat him bad because to them something different is scary
His name is Larry
And he believes it’s necessary
To be everyone’s contrary
Will he ever find his sanctuary?
Sin carved in one arm
Self inflicted harm
Love carved on his heart
Will set him apart
They’ll never understand why he can’t act normal
They say it’s only hormonal
But he just wants to be left alone
And lose himself in his music or on the phone
He’s anywhere but here
And proud to be queer
He wonders if anyone understands his pain
How long will he have to remain
Why couldn’t he just be plain
It pounds his brain
He wishes his parents were slain
Not really, but why do they always have to complain
Why do they have to show him such disdain
He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry
Should he wish for a friend or should he just wish he would die
He’ll never know why but he’ll always try
With a gleam in the right, and a tear in the left eye

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