They say it happens to everyone.

They say it will soon be done.

We've been struggling since I was nine. 

Been hearing it will be all fine. 

Growing up I was mostly gay.

Why did things have to turn out this way? 

I hate not being able to do for myself!

I am surrounded by people who do for theirselves,

And ask them for help. 

I hate doing it... it makes me welp! 

They say just ask..... 

When I do I get a mouthful though, 

If you don't wanna give it to me just say so! 

Don't pretend or lie, and say you will.

I wonder if anyone knows how that makes me feel.

I feel as if I was dished a raw deal!,

Or ate an unsatisfactory meal!

This feeling still has never healed,

But I keep my lips sealed.

The struggle is unbareable,

Maybe making this move was terrible.

I'm here with nothing!

I thought with this move I was doing something! 

I guess I was wrong, 

I hope this struggle doesn't last long. 

They say things will get better.

I pray with each letter, 

That I write, 

On this difficult night.

Faith is instilled in me, 

One day we will all see!