I sit and wait
I can't stop the hate
I got issues
That need tissues
Why do they do it to me
They must not see.
I have to wait
Until it’s late
To shed my tears
Otherwise I hear the leers
“Be a man” they say
“Stop actin so gay
Why aren’t you a tough guy?”
I just listen and sigh
“Stop being so mean
You’re making a seen”
I say with tears
To kids with no ears
If only they knew
What kids like me do
We pack in the hate
But then it’s too late
On they goad
Then we explode
We can’t control
What they put in our soul
We try to thrash back
But we don’t have a knack
For being the fiend
That is so mean
They don’t understand
What kind of land
They put us in,
It has so much sin
When we try to leave
All they do is heave
Again we fall
Just like Darth Maul
We must get out
But they are to stout
There we are stuck
In the swampy muck
We won’t anymore
We’re to sore
What way can we be slain?
With the least amount of pain?
We’ve already had so much
From kids harsh touch
We don’t know which way
Until someone says “hey
Not everyone’s mean”
They seem so keen
“I’ll be your friend”
“And help you mend”



 
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