I haven’t told my family and friends about these feelings,
How I find girls more appealing.
I wish I was freewheeling
Because my heart is what she’s stealing.
My heart pounds when she’s near.
When she’s away, I wish she was here.
I can’t pull myself back into gear,
She pulls my strings like a puppeteer.
It’s sad she doesn’t know I exist
As she checks boys off of her list.
I’m so entranced I need an assist.
I wish my feelings could be dismissed.
Life is hard as a LGBT youth
When people tell you it’s an act uncouth
But she makes me not care about the false-truth.
I feel like Bob Dylan in Duluth.