As I look up at the sky,
All I do is wonder, “Why?”
Why do I have to be so gay?
Is it just to ruin the perfect day?

Or is there a reason,
So much greater,
That I couldn’t be
Just a little straighter?

As I stumble through this dreadful week,
I curse the sky, so dark, so bleak.
I wait for the day of bliss and joy,
That I might find my perfect boy.