Did you ever think?
Did you ever think that I am capable of sadness?
Of anger? Of pain? Of contempt?
Did you ever think that the chinks in the armor,
Finally break through after so many attempts?
Did you ever think that I have feelings?
That, maybe, just maybe, it’s only a joke to you?
Did you ever think that I might actually be gay?
That all of the “jokes” might hurt too?
Did you ever think that my masculinity
Isn't something that I need by my side?
Did you ever think what would happened if
Your words caused my suicide?

Of course you ******* didn't.
Why would you?
It never ****** me off enough for you to stop,
So why should you?
I hope you never read this poem,
Because then you’d call me gay again, too.
Because “Poetry’s for *******”
And so is my rainbow backpack.
But I’m doing my best here,
So cut me some **** slack.
I’m just a kid,
And I need a safe place.
Otherwise, where would I be able to show
My true face?

Did you ever think that I don’t really blame you?
And that I just don’t want you to be the same, too.