I've been told that it's not okay, and I've been told that it's a sin.
I've been told not to worry, that God looks for beauty within.
I've been told that it's a choice, some say wrong, others right.
I've been told I could be "Cured", if only I'd see the light.
Some people awkwardly avoid me, others rush to be my friend.
As I've been told, it doesn't matter. it's all the same in the end.
It seems that everyone around me has something about it to say,
but honestly, most of them wouldn't even know me,
if they didn't know that I was gay.