Hurtful Words

Who are you to tell me who to be?
Who are you to tell me who I am?
Why do you fight so hard to knock me down?
And you wonder why I feel the way I do.

What right have you to tell me who to love?
For what reason do you curse your firstborn child?
Do you really think the bitter things you say?
What's so wrong with the fact that I am gay?

Your hurtful words have scarred me.
The stinging wounds run deep.
My battered heart is hungry
For an endless, blissful sleep.