Momma Said 'Stop Being Gay'Momma said "stop being gay,"More Like This
As night, to morning, faded;
Its beauty was not made to stay,
But hoary grew, and jaded.
I watched as day, with fractured light,
My every fear, rekindled,
And passion fell away to plight,
And hope but further dwindled.
Momma said "stop being gay,"
With hatred, and distress:
My tender love where sin held sway...
"Impure, and meaningless."
Within my heart and soul, I lived,
For all else had bereft me,
And nothing more could be perceived
Than how her words had left me.
Momma said "stop being gay."
For years, I never fought her,
But silently, and hopeless, lay,
The Lord's forgotten daughter.
I've sacrificed a waking dream:
My truest love, to merit
A heaven, and, in death, to seem
Not evil, but imperfect.
ReflectionMore Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les