THE ONLY END
Why can't I be normal?
Why does everybody hate me?
I say I don't care, but that is a lie.
I spend my time looking at a cloudy sky.
Sometimes I feel there's no hope,
and I'm really at the end of my rope.
I don't know how I go on, but I do;
just look at me, what's in me is in you too.
I'm not merely a freak; I am human,
like you, doing the best that I can.
But my best isn't enough, no matter how hard I try,
I still look up and see that cloudy sky.
There's a woman in me screaming to come out;
she wants to be herself and angrily shout--
You hypocrites don't understand what it's like,
to hate yourself for being a pathetic dyke.
I want to change, I wanna change so bad,
but no matter what, I always end up so sad.
Where are my comrades, the people who understand?
I have always known I'm in the wrong freakin' land.
I have to go, and I have to get far away;
I have to start a new life, I can't take another day.
I have dreams, and I will be somebody someday.
I know what I'm doing, but I'm still afraid.
There has to be a solution, there has to be an end,
other than turning yellow and running in the wind.
Why does everybody hate me?
What did I ever do?
Dear Lord, come down and take me with you.
This sucks! I want to go home!
No, this rocks! I want more poetry!