I hate the way he smiles at me with twinkles in his eyes
I hate the way they talk about how encouraged they are
I hate the way they tell me how proud they are
because it’s false.
They are proud and encouraged for the mask of a child that I have put on. They have no smiles for me, their gay child. They have no love for the child who is doomed to hell, rebellious, and mean.
They have no love for me.
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