To Myself

No one seems to care or understands,
But the pen and book in my hand,

Everyday I shed some tears,
A sign that I'm in despair,

No one have look out for me,
So I just let everyone be,

but will they return the flavor and see it my way,
That I'm no longer hiding that I am proud to be gay,

Or will I face discrimination and social Isolation that is here to stay,
While everybody pass me day by day,

No one seems to care or understands,
but me the boy with the pen and book in his hands.