{This is a gushy love poem... Beware. BTW, I do not own any characters implied.}


Your soft smile,

I could stare at for a while,

I always weep,

When I see you asleep,

What's wrong with me??

Why does it have to be,

That I feel this way?

Why am I gay??

Is it wrong?

Sometimes I feel a gong's,

Strapped to my back eternally.

From it I'm struggling to get free,

Am I just a scar on Humanity?

Why do people flee my company?

I'm still the same old me,

With the same personality.

Is...Is what I feel,

Do I...... Take it for real??

Why do I fantasize about you kissing me?

Why can I see myself down on one knee,

Confused?

Amused?

Emotionally Unstable?

I don't think that I'd be able,

To hold on,

My sanity gone.

If I told you and you hated me.

So now, I write this poem, I think I'll keep my secret to me.


{What do you think??? Review it. I really don't care _about_ flames, cause I am what I am, and I can't change it.}