i know i'm gay.
i know i'm homosexual and that's what you hate.
i know i love you.
all your quirks and odd tendancies.
why can't you just look at me?
just once, see me as a person,
and not a punching bag.
or as your relief from stress.
you know, i bet i wouldn't care.
if i was just your relief, i guess i wouldn't mind.
i just want you to see me; maybe call my name once or twice.
i know you know it.
i know... i know... you hate me.
but you know... you could always just entertain me,
and act nice for an hour; instead of a bastard.
i also happen to know you have a masulinity complex.
so, you know, if you want me to black mail you and all;
there is always that.