My life is so wicked and weird
How pain and hatred come so near
I say "away away"
How long will I be scared?
I cry, I sigh, no one hears
I wish, oh I wish
They could hear
So someone would be near

Now pain rules my life
And no one comes near
Because of a wicked old queer
How I love to express myself
But expressing is not always good,
Yet not so bad either

I'll miss you. I'll miss you all.
But always remember...
I'm here like a summer bee
Or a spring bunny
And I'll always be by your side

((I don't like it honestly,
but it's one of the first poems I've ever written
and I just recently found it.
I think I wrote it back in 2000 or 2001.))