On Why They're Wrong

As soon as you're thinking, you already know. Feelings develop slow but they're there. Always there... But I know I didn't change. I didn't choose to be this way. But the older I get the more I regret the way life is working against me. They're telling me AIDS is all my fault but I haven't even had sex. And still they insult and tell me its my fault and think without me they'd be better off. My "way of life" is disgusting to them. I can barely breath without being obscene. Cuz I lay with my boi I'm deemed unclean. A religious outcast whose soul's unworthy. I wasn't born stupid but I was born gay. But it might be contageous so they just stay away. They'd rather be stupid then find out my name and just call me a faggot; to them it's the same. They don't see my torment; they don't see my pain. My unfelt emotions driving me insane... Don't tell me my business; I've known all along. it's not just about me... You're the one who's all wrong.