Mommy, why do they hate me?
Why do they call me a fag?
Why do they have to be mean?
I didn't do anything to them.
I swear.
So why do they hit me?
Why do they chase me away?
Why can't they treat me like a person?
Why do I feel this way?
Why do they beat me til I'm black and blue?
I never called them names,
Or made fun of the way they talked.
I never had a conversation with them.
All I said was "hi."
And then they hit me,
And knocked me to the ground.
And then they told me to die.
I feel bad inside.
I don't want to be gay.
I don't want to like other guys.
But I know what I like.
And I can't help it, mommy.
Mommy, why do they make me feel sick?
Why do I feel wrong?
Mommy, is it wrong for me to be loved?
Is it wrong for me to love others?
Please help me, mommy.
I feel like I should die.
Mommy, why can't I tell you the truth?
Why can't I let you know?
I am gay, mommy.
But I don't want to see you cry.
And I don't want you to be ashamed.
Please just remember me for who I was.
Not just as your gay son.
And now I cut my wrists,
So now I say good-bye.
I love you, mommy.
But no one understands.
