Cliche or Genuine?

For as long as I remember, she told me it was sick

That I should never look at one that way

It bothered me that she said things like that

She wanted me to be perfect, her miracle

After so long, I realized just how I felt

I liked both sexes, one more so than the other

She would never understand that I have to wear a heterosexual suit

But now, my mother is finally going to see the authentic me.