I Am Me

I remember how I felt,
When they called me that word,
Fag.

That word was burnt into my memory,
Cut into my skin,
That word scarred me.

They didn't care how I felt,
What it did to me,
What I did to myself.

Little did they know what I had thought,
I had it all figured out,
I planned my own death.

Tomorrow was the day,
The day that I free myself,
The day that they will know how I felt.

Pills,
A noose,
Is all it would take.

I gulped the round white circles down,
Feeling guilty,
A knot building inside of me.

Moments later it was too much,
I ran to the bathroom,
Purged myself.

It was then that I realized,
I am me,
I am a person too.

You can tell me it's not right,
That I chose this lifestyle,
That I will burn in hell for being me.

I am proud for who I am,
I will not change,
I am me.