"Don't cry, child!
And you should really stop wearing all this black"
"Your sadness is illogical-
Oh, how about a nice new bag?"

"I know you think you're gay,
But I think you simply have yet to find the right man!"
"Don't be so dramatic, you know I want for you, only-
what we mothers- only can."

Well, mother-
I don't need your misguided love
Your assurances are idiotic
And your guilt-trips, once so potent, no longer bring me down  

So, please~
Please.
Do tell me again, there's still a span
Of space reserved for me
within thy deity's plan

See, I don't believe in fate
In the same way you cling to yours
I'm a nihilistic atheist, and your bigotry made me who I am