you filthy queer

You Filthy Queer

Dad don’t you love me anymore?
Since I told truth you shut the door.

Just because of who I love,
what I have been dreaming of.

Don’t hate me please, don’t make me pay,
I didn’t choose to be this way.

Say I love you still, and that you yet care,
I want my dad, say you’ll be there.

So do me a favour, don’t make me beg,
Stop screaming that you want me dead.

How can you hate me?
Me, who you raised from a baby?
Who you took to films?
Playing in the park,
Birthdays and Christmases spent together,
Does it not mean anything?

You do still know me,
I am the same, just more honest.
Don’t shout you never want me here,

STOP CALLING ME
YOU FILTHY QUEER!