I got beat
for getting a D
a nod for a C
an empty "good job" for a B
and a "that's what you should get
every day, all the time,
what do you want? A good job?"
for an A

I couldn't get your approval
After 6 years
I still can't get your approval

So I did something,
to get your attention

I drew blood.
In front of you.
You threw me another knife.
"Is it worth it?"
"Your begging for attention."
So I continued.
Until I passed out.

I woke up.
You screamed.
You slapped me.
You said that was useless.
You said I was mental.

I tried speaking up for myself.
You slapped me again.

No matter what I do.
I will never satisfy you.

Tell me what do you see in this rope?
To me it was a necklace of hope,
Hope to a better place away from here.
A place where I wouldn’t shed even a tear,
Or have to give myself a reason to get out of bed
Because all the hate wasn’t just from inside my head.

People are the worst things on earth,
They either make something more or less of what they’re worth.
But not all are bad,
One made me change the thought of the rope that I once had.
I see from two new eyes,
As I discard all the lies.

The rope is not a noose
It has more than one use
But now I see it’s trap,
To make you think it would just be a nap.
It’s not
So don’t tie that knot.
Don’t get a permanent solution to a temporary problem,
It’ll take a while but you’ll get back up from the bottom.

“Immigrant” has somehow become a bad word.
When to me immigrants are the people who fight to be heard.
They are the people who are ignored,
The people who work hard without reward.
They’re not back until after dusk and leave the house before dawn,
They’re not just the people who mow your lawn.

People will discriminate,
But I’m proud of from where I originate.
With rich culture that in which the word “ashame” does not exist.
In this so called “country of the free” we will resist.
We will join with others to make our bruises known
For we won’t stay quiet while being disowned

When I hear my heart beat,
I feel complete
Because I know it beats for her only
Only for her because she’s, lovely.
I know this yet I’m scared
‘Cause what if I came into this unprepared?

I don’t want my heart to ache
Not because she’s a liar but if anything, she’s far from fake.
I’m scared I’ll cause her pain
And if I do it would be something so far from humane.
I love her so dearly,
When I’m with her I can see soo clearly.

I know where there is love there is pain,
But I’ll take the risk if it means I can give her all my love I contain.
Yes, I know it’s nïve of me
But I found the meaning of happy.

The world seen in black white
People never fighting for what’s right
Discrimating one another
for not being like the others
The only way to fit in
Is to hide who you are from within

But if I weren’t gay would people care?
Would they actually let me breathe the same air?
Could I actually go to school,
without people being so cruel?
Maybe people would accept me if I were straight

It’s not easy like people think
It seems I’m always upond a brink
I didn’t choose to be this way,
You really think I’d want to be gay?
I don’t want attention,
I don’t want fame,
This isn’t some sort of game.

I am who I am and that’s okay.
Most people don’t see it that way.
I only wish I could be the same.
I want to have a wedding and it not be ashamed,
I want to have a kids and not be judged,
I don’t want my reputation smudged.

It seems like not being me is the best option
instead of being seen as someone broken who cannot function.
People will try to fix me but won’t see I’m not broken
Instead of seeing I just want to be me out in the open.

But I am gay,
And that’s okay
I’m not a disease, it’s not an infection
Instead open your arms and show some affection
Despite being some sort of “misfit”
We’re equal regardless of how you see it.