Here It Is

As a child I would pray every night not to be gay, Still the comings came and I was meant to be sad, Didnt realize that the thought of it was what was bad, Now its simple and obvious, I hate the loneliness and the easy tricks, Love eludes for the happy crudes it was indifferent, I was bored and told I had to fight for success, Nothingness, Its someone who takes account of me, Nobody else is inside me, When everything is wicked and occasional, I'm liquid, Its like a dream but so uncontrolable, Heinous and alone, I felt like solitude was inevitable