family

from broken homes to broken wings
empty lungs fill my heart with pain
we are so fucking good at being fake
pretending to be happy, all smiles and games
laughter fills the room with so much hate
 
resentment resentment, how far you've come
lying about who you love and faking the smile
on your face so that no one can ever see the pain.
a liar a liar they spread like fire, filling the room with
emptiness desires and how good they are at lying to  
our face while pretending they know our pain.
 
don't compare us like we are the same
you feed your drug with so much hate
and as a result, I lie to others pretending I'm okay.
yes yes im hurting again, the pain in my chest can't be faked
unfortunately, you can't say the same and that for now  
it is seen as okay.
 
stay sleep or stay gone, your only options if you want
to survive, why can't you see we live a lie? the color
in this is house is so black and white while i remain
out of sight. for the sinful ways of your daughter remains
in your face because she was born gay.
 
for those who do not know my name
write down something that gives you shame.
my shame doesn't come from my skin, my weight
my hair or me being gay. my shame comes from
those who i now hate