A drifter amongst the crowd
Today I confronted my mom and told her what I was.
The look on her face told me just how disgusted she was.
I knew, I mean I knew how she would react. She's very closed minded, not liberal about so many things. I freakin' knew how she would react. And still, that look she had on her face when I told her. It hurt. It still does hurt.
She was disgusted by me. The first thing she said was,"We need to fix this." I don't want to be fixed. I don't want to be changed. I don't want to. I like who I am. I know who I am. I know my roots. I'm content with who I am and I am not ashamed of it!! She is.. I saw it in her face..
It hurts. It hurts more than I realized it would. I shouldn't have said anything yet. I should have waited but I couldn't put it off anymore. God I wish my friends knew. I wish someone other than my dad knew. I wish I had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to rely on. I love my dad and everything but it's just doesn't feel the same. He supports me and trusts me. I love him for it; I love him. Why can't she understand?
God does it hurt.. I don't cry often. I never cry. The last time I cried was at my uncle's funeral. I hate crying. But I can't help it. It hurts too much not to cry. I wish I had someone..
Being at the buttom is sure lonely..
The look on her face told me just how disgusted she was.
I knew, I mean I knew how she would react. She's very closed minded, not liberal about so many things. I freakin' knew how she would react. And still, that look she had on her face when I told her. It hurt. It still does hurt.
She was disgusted by me. The first thing she said was,"We need to fix this." I don't want to be fixed. I don't want to be changed. I don't want to. I like who I am. I know who I am. I know my roots. I'm content with who I am and I am not ashamed of it!! She is.. I saw it in her face..
It hurts. It hurts more than I realized it would. I shouldn't have said anything yet. I should have waited but I couldn't put it off anymore. God I wish my friends knew. I wish someone other than my dad knew. I wish I had a shoulder to cry on. Someone to rely on. I love my dad and everything but it's just doesn't feel the same. He supports me and trusts me. I love him for it; I love him. Why can't she understand?
God does it hurt.. I don't cry often. I never cry. The last time I cried was at my uncle's funeral. I hate crying. But I can't help it. It hurts too much not to cry. I wish I had someone..
Being at the buttom is sure lonely..