Ignorance

Mom, Dad, I have something to say.
This may be a shock, but I think I'm gay.
I have feelings that I've tried to ignore.
But I've come to tell you that I'm not hiding anymore.
I've already told all of my friends.
Yeah, it was hard but they understand.
But others aren't as accepting.
They seem to be scared of something.
That I'm different, I'm not like them, and they don't agree.
Some kids find it hard to even look at me.
I just hope you don't feel the same,
That you don't try to find someone to blame.
This is something that I've come to accept.
So now I wont live my life with this secret kept.
Mom, Dad, I'm a lesbian.
And I hope that somehow you'll still let me in.
Dad, why won't you talk to me?
Every time that I try, you say that you're busy.
Too busy for your own daughter?
Where are your words that you always would offer?
I know this came as a surprise.
But so was the look in your tired eyes.
Mom, I need you more than ever.
I know that if we talk, we'd get through this together.
I know it's hard for you to believe.
But imagine how it's affecting me.
People call me dyke, they call me queer.
But never have I cried one single tear.
And now standing before you and Dad,
I see more sadness than I've ever had.
I'm gay Dad, it's not a disease.
And I'm asking you now, I'm asking you please.
To tell me you love me, then hold me tight.
Whisper in my ear that it will all be alright.
Dad, you come home late a lot.
And before last month you and Mom never fought.
I know it's because of my sexuality.
And I'm sorry to say, but it's still a reality.
I'm sorry but I can not change.
But I'm sure there is something that we can arrange.
A way for you to not be so hurt,
And to see that my choices are not that absurd.
I hope you can get used to it in time.
So I can move on from your problems, and focus on mine.
I'm trying to deal with people's idiocy.
But I just keep running into insecurity.
Do you think that I should keep fighting,
Against the voices and stares that are so uninviting?
I'm starting to wonder if I made a mistake.
Maybe homosexuality is something I can shake.
Mom, Dad, I guess I'm straight.
After all of the struggle, I couldn't handle the hate.
I should have known it'd be like this in the end.
And now I'm sure you will be happy with my new boyfriend.
He's everything that you could ever want.
And in your eyes he is acceptable to flaunt.
With his bright blue eyes and his hair in a curl.
And not to mention he isn't a girl.
Mom, Dad, I'm glad to see you smile.
I haven't seen you so happy in a while.
Finally we're a family again.
And soon last month will be forgotten.
I'm just like everyone else now.
But I guess that's enough to make you proud.
Mom, Dad, I'm sorry but I lied.
I wanted to stop all the nights that you cried.
But I can't go on pretending.
And living a life where lies are never ending.
Don't worry you won't have to deal.
With the different thoughts that I'm sorry to feel.
You wont have to see me have a wife.
After all, I've had a long enough life.

Beloved daughter of ours.
We're sorry we kept our hearts behind bars.
But now I guess it's a little too late.
I just wish that we could have made you wait.
We would have learned to be okay.
With the fact that our daughter is, or was, gay.