Sometimes I wonder,
Do things happen for a reason?
I lay in my bed
Pondering,
Waiting,
For god or
Whoever
To take me away.
I open up,
Show my past,
My future,
Wants and desires,
And I push them
Away.
Away to the dark place
Inside a small corner of my mind.
I'm not who you think I am.
I'm a **** up,
A queer,
I'm disgusting,
It's true.
A lonely old **** up
Looking for his place in the world.
Or should I say her?
My *** means nothing,
My gender: everything.