Monitoring you, like machines do
You’ve been walking,
You’ve been hiding,
And you look half dead half the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
When i told my mom that i’m gay, i told her that i was monitoring myself in the last year to don’t have nothing with boys.
Yesterday we were talking and she asked me if i was monitoring myself. I said no, what was a lie in parts. I talked a lot with some gay friends yesterday, so i’m not running away from gays to be straight. But i still monitor myself to don’t think in V.
And anyway, she told me to don’t monitor myself and “just let it go”. This takes a weight of my shoulders, but my mom isn’t my only problem.
At first, i know that even if my mom accepts me as gay, she won’t be as happy as she would be if i’m straight.
And i still need to hide my love from some people, work a lot for nothing and gays are more endangered than straights, there are some crazy homophobics serial-killers. Even if everyone can be a victim of some crazy guy, if you are different (in any way), the risks are higher.
