I'm pretty fucking great.

I'm pretty fucking great.

Pshh, you know what they say...

Okay,

so I didn't start that way.

I started by living my life on the day-to-day,

had no friends, but what could I say?

hurt by others everyday. (In more than one way...)

being gay was quizzical

all that pain; emotional, physical

I thought I could tame it.

I was just a kid.

didn't know shit, though I thought I did.

ready to quit...I almost did.

But I said "no, no this isn't right."

why would I go down without a fight?

 

Is life really as pessimistic as I see it?

Is living so bad I can't be it?

"No," I thought, "I can do what I want!"

Fuck everyone who thinks I should write my life in their font!

I don't have to conform, I just have to be

that's when I was born, when I became me.

 

since then, I've lived and learned,

on certain occations, gott'n pretty badly burned.

but I smile, work hard, rise up, and do well in school

though others might not, I'd say I'm cool.

and so here I am, living my life, my way.

yeah others might not like it, who but them cares anyway?

so Fuck yea, I'm great; I persevered!

looks like I, not life, am the one to be feared.

This poem is about: 
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