From my earliest years I was aware,
Of something different, I was not the same.
Whenever I felt paranoia's stare,
I felt sick inside, irrational shame.
Hiding forbidden thoughts year after year
Burning me within, begging for release,
Killing me to lie, crying unseen tears,
Denying desires that would not cease.
Now I have come to accept what I am
And allowed the self-loathing to subside.
Now I can tell those I love what I am
And their support has left me warm inside.
Life has moved on, most people are ok,
With the fact that some of us just are gay.