I sit in bed, and wonder,
while hearing roars of thunder,
why must my parents hate me,
why can't they let me be,
they say they don't like my "type"
well, I don't want to be categorized,
I wish not to be deprived of my rights,
they say it's just a phrase, it will go by fall,
they say I'm a shame to the family,
just for loving someone of the same gender,
why can't they see what I see,
someone whos tender,
someone whos kind,
someone I will never stop loving.

No matter what.