Who am I?

Growing up I’ve always felt different from all the other boys.

I didn’t know what it was called but I just kept it to myself because I knew this wasn’t normal.

Now that I’m older I know what I am but it’s hard to let the world know because no behaves like me.

It’s hard to hold back my feelings, seeing everyone else in love.

All my friends are getting into relationships while I’m still struggling with my identity.

The person I have feelings for I cannot confess to, because I don’t know if they feel the same as me.

Everyone would judge me if they knew how I feel.

It’s hard to be who I really am inside because I know my family won’t accept my true identity. And my friends won’t understand me.

Having to pretend to be something I’m not everyday is so exhausting.

Why oh why can’t I change myself to be something that everyone loves.

But I know deep inside I was born this way.

I’ve tried to change myself in the past, praying God oh God please transform me into something that everyone can acknowledge. But trying to be something that I’m not is just so miserable.

What about my happiness?

Is it so wrong to love?

They say it’s a sin to love the way I love.

If this is a sin, then I might as well not love at all.

If this is a sin, then I might as well not love at all.

Ohhhh ohhhhh