I wasn't really sure whether to post this or not/where to post it. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately just about the way I and other gay people are treated and I ended up writing a poem...and I've just had such a feeling of peace from it that I wanted to share it with people that might be wondering if others have had the same feelings as them. I really wasn’t anything But now I’m a nothing Want to be something But every time I try I find it’s not me, not me I wanted to be a king Wanted to find a queen And so I kept searchin Found out I was no king Damn, not a king? Does this mean I’m not anything, not anything? No, it means I’m nothing, I ain’t got nothin Everywhere I look, someone’s somethin But not me, not me Oh these legs, they made me free Oh this mouth, it made me, me Oh this heart, it made me see It just ain’t me, ain’t me So what do I do when I keep on findin Keep on denyin Keep on cryin No I can’t deny it, no I can’t deny it, I wasn’t a king looking for a queen, I was a prince looking for a prince – yeah, that’s me. So they called me faggot And I’m like, no, that’s not it So they called me sinner How can I be a fuckin winner When all you do is tell me not here, not here Yeah, I might love god Yeah, I might think it’s your god But everywhere I look the doors are closing up And maybe I just don’t give a fuck Everywhere I look, the doors are closing up And I just don’t give a fuck But then I overcame that apathy As I rediscovered me Yeah, it got lost in translation Just another gay kid, Just a part of a movement, Just a part of this movement. No, I’m not in your movement, I ain’t just a gay kid I am me, I am free, And that’s all I’ll ever really be. Yeah, that’s good enough for me, All we ever want is to be free. Yeah, that’s good enough for me, It’s a lot more peace than anyone let me see. You see, there’s so much confusion So many delusions I can’t be a cool kid When I might suck dick Yeah, there’s so much confusion, So many delusions, But hey man, I overcame that. So, you might not like it And maybe you’re right about it, Maybe I am going to hell But does this ring a bell? God said he loves all his children And if you ain’t countin me that’s just bull shit I finally made a roster I’m one of those children And yeah, I might be another gay kid But if you try to stereotype me, that just ain’t it. And yeah, I might be another gay kid But I do a lot more than shop at Hollister and be your daughter's gay friend I ain’t your gay friend, I’m just straight up your friend I ain’t askin for handouts, I don’t want your pity I grew up like this, I live this, I breath this What do I live, what do I breath? No, it ain’t men, it’s pavement. Cause you see, I like cars I played basketball from sunrise to sunset Asphalt all over my face Wanted to win that race Finally made the team Finally achieved that dream Only to find a bunch of high school dicks who if they knew…would end it No, I ain’t just a gay kid, I’m just like you man So if you’re callin me different, you’re sorely mistaken I’m not just a gay kid…no, I’m just like you man. I ain’t just a gay kid, I’m livin the dream, This is me And I feel so damn free.