Coming Out

I didn't turn out fine, mother,

I didn't turn out good.

I didn't turn out perfect,

not like you thought I would. 

I didn't turn out strong, father,

I didn't turn out brave.

I didn't behave as manly

as you wanted me to behave.

I know my heart's not black and white,

my face isn't a clean slate.

I've done things maybe you wouldn't do.

Does that make me so low-rate?

Aren't I your baby, mum?

What if I just chose a different path?

And father, don't you love me?

Or was that just in the past?

I'm different, so what?

Maybe I don't care

if people whisper in the street,

if they give me ugly stares.

But maybe I do care

if this house is not a home.

Maybe your cold looks 

chill me to the bone.

Please just tell me I turned out fine,

remind me that I'm good.

Even if I didn't turn out

exactly as I should. 

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Initium]

You just need to stop.
This is even better than the other I reviewed.
*worship*
I really liked how passionate this poem was. I felt it deep down when I read the words. I may not completely understand it, but I definitely love this poem.
Thank you for writing this.

[...]

Very powerful piece, But i enjoyed it.
Something to really ponder on as well.
Wonderful write here.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. You open the door to many questions and emotions. Hard to be up to standard for the parent. We need to feel loved and needed. Parent become less cold with time. I believe when we learn life is hard. We begin to understand the fear and concern of a parent.
" if this house is not a home.
Maybe your cold looks
chill me to the bone."
A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote