At Night

My thoughs

Look at me, alone laying down listening to songs that make me cry, why I do that, I need to stop thinking but I cant. I wish I can dance my pain away. The pain that started everything from the beginning to end, not knowing where the end is, it might be endless. It’s so cold but I’m so hot, which people would say. But I’m doing think so. I think I’m ugly, dirty filthy like the ground I walk on but were all beautiful in god’s eyes they say. But I’m the devil a demon, the anti- Christ because I like and love the same sex that god created. But aren’t we supposed to love each other. I guess not male and male, and female and female. Only god can judge me but people do it anyway. I don’t care what people say. I’m happy the way I am, I was born this way. People think it’s a choice you can turn on and off. But they will see, they learn, they will open there eyes to realize that they were wrong. So I’m lying down with no music, head with empty thought, no tears, just voice.