Do you know what it's like to go insane
Having all of those bitter thoughts waste you away?
Pink Floyd and free-flowing tears collapsing your mind
As your teenage years feel like the sentence to a crime?
I've killed myself a few times before today,
Sometimes it was violent and others I felt gay.
When people don't listen
I simply can't help but die,
Wanting to be a sage yet being ubiquitous as thyme.
The people I've loved are the same ones I've lost,
My parents raised me less than did Plath and Frost.
Homosexuality swaying my identity from what it once was
And I'd like to say it was all because
A fair young maiden took me by the hand,
Making me a woman as I was never a man.