I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I was the boy who skipped gym class because he was afraid of what people would do to him
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the boy who was forced to take his own life for comeing out of the shadows.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the boy who gave up on his dreams because he's bisexual
I am the boy who closed himself in because his dad took away his right to privacy.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy who faked sick because i was scared to see what was written on my locker today
I am the father who tried to kill his son because he was gay
I am the boy who never knew what it was like to have his own life.
I am the boy who helped visciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.
I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.
I am the boy who killed himself in the school bathroom because he lost all his friends
I am the girl who became the schoolwhore because i like girls too.
I am the girl who noone understands.
I am the boy who gave up on life because i never really knew what it was like to have one
I am the boy who hid himself away, afraid of what others would do or say
I am the boy who noone understands.
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Forgive, sounds good.
Forget: I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting.
I'm through with doubt:
There's nothing left for me to figure out.
I've paid a price,
An' I'll keep paying.
I'm not ready to make nice;
I'm not ready to back down.
I'm still mad as hell,
An' I don't have time,
To go round and round and round.
It's too late to make it right;
I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.
'Cause I'm mad as hell:
Can't bring myself,
To do what it is you think I should.
I know you said:
"Can't you just get over it?"
It turned my whole world around,
And I kind of like it.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets, and I don't mind sayin':
It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her,
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world can the words that I said,
Send somebody so over the edge,
That they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better,
Shut up an' sing or my life will be over?
I'm not ready to make nice;
I'm not ready to back down.
I'm still mad as hell,
An' I don't have time,
To go round and round and round.
It's too late to make it right;
I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.
'Cause I'm mad as hell:
Can't bring myself,
To do what it is you think I should.
(I'm not ready to make nice;)
I'm not ready to back down. (Whoa, oh.)
I'm still mad as hell,
An' I don't have time,
To go round and round and round.
It's too late to make it right; (To make it right.)
I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.
'Cause I'm mad as hell:
Can't bring myself,
To do what it is you think I should.
What it is you think I should.
Oooh, ooh.
Forgive, sounds good.
Forget: I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting.
