Sean realized at a young age

Other boys were not quite the same

He wasn’t on the same page

No one was to blame

He was so estranged

He felt naught but shame

He tried more than once to be changed

But still he liked boys

He thought himself deranged

All the others wanted noise

He wanted to curl up with a book

They screamed for toys

He stood by to look

He was met with a sneer

He felt like a crook

All they did was jeer

Gave him nothing but taunts

Anytime he was near

He sought solace with his aunts

But it wasn’t quite right

He had unmet wants

Just to get in a fight

To get that feeling

Alas, he thought, I’m slight

No more reeling

With his own version of inner pain

Now was the time for his healing

Maybe it wasn’t a flaw in his brain

But with them

It was simply a lack of feeling plain

He was the gem

Not a lump of coal

No longer could he condemn

Himself to feeling as only half of a whole

He was born anew

And they were still in that old hole

On this problem he began to chew

How to make them see

He wasn’t just one of a few

Accepting they should be

Not filled with hate

He was still part of the life tree

A person just not straight

But still a person