Your Lesbian

I know I shouldn't have told you
Because I knew how you'd react,
But me being a lesbian. . . . .
Well that's just a simple fact.

I'm still your baby girl,
The daughter I've always been.
Why is it that now you know,
You thaink that I'm a sin?

I wanted you to be proud,
To be your perfect kid.
Can't you tell I'm tired of secrets?
I'm tired of how I hid.

I dream of you accepting me,
Being introduced to your friends,
But after this last arguement
Is there a way to make ammends?

I'm tired of crying,
Of all the tears I've shed.
Can't you tell that I'm scared,
Of the thoughts in my head?

I'm already afraid of death.
I don't want to go to hell.
You say that's where I'll go,
But you don't know me very well.

Don't you think I question myself,
Every single day?
Don't you think I ever wonder,
If God made me this way.

I'm no more sure of this than you,
But can't you try to help,
To guide me throught the darkness,
Not make me want to yelp.

I want a mom that sees the pain
And sees that I don't want this.
I want a mom that hold me,
Those days I truley miss.

When you could look me in the face,
Stare me in the eye.
Wipe away my tears,
And tell me not to cry.

But that will never happen,
This I surley know.
My problems you'll never see,
I'll never let it show.