I've let my family down,
And let good friendships end.
They hate me coz I'm different,
I hate myself as well.
Why cant they see how hurt I feel.
I need them to know, to understand,
How hard this is to do.
I didn't ask to be like this.
I found a friend the other day,
He helps me take the pain away,
Hes white and round and fits in my hand.
Its not a person, a dog, or bug.
The bad thing is that hes a drug!
This poem is written for my good friend Dylan who is having a rough time coping with being homosexual... Luv ya Dyl.
