My dad wrote this. It has got to be one of the best things I've ever read. Well I'm bored n just thought I'd put it up. It's Just Me Oh Happy day! It's a boy! Laughs and plays so full of joy. Walks and talks then rides a bike Has fun camping, likes to hike. Plays with blocks and pots and pans, no one really understands. Shy and quiet dreams a lot, Rather bored seems deep in thought. Alone in cars pretends to drive, Give him tools, watch him thrive. States and friends they come and go, Life is hard in school you know. In the halls, they laugh and taunt, His true self he dares not flaunt. For the test of life he crams, no one really understands. Talks to mom about his fears, Of what kids have said for years. He wants to hear that it's OK. What he's told is "Your not Gay!" So he takes it like a man, no one really understands. Through the years he learns to cope. Finds a different kind of hope. Works and prays and tries to change, Pleads with god but still feels strange. Make them happy, fix their woes, Please them down right to their toes. Follow every single rule, If they're not happy they'll be cruel. He comes second by demand, no one really understands. Meets someone who loves him so, She won't hear him 'just say no". They talk for hours, He gives her flowers, They spend time walking holding hands, no one really understands. The truth he carries deep inside. I put away, he will decide. The ring is bought The question popped The happy day it has arrived, At the church he takes his bride. Off they go to start new life, They do not know with how much strife. They walk along the beach in sands, no one really understands. Happy Day! It's a girl! Most precious gift in all the world. Now the family has begun, His fears he must now overcome. He looks upon his left hand, no one really understands. She read the letter while apart, He let her in and broke her heart. His fear he mentioned, His intentions she questioned. She's quite reserved, she has not spoken, Why the effort, if it might be broken? They use their will to keep in motion, What others see, the family notion. Their roles they play, the tasks at hand, no one really understands. He tries and tries to make it work. Tells himself it's worth the hurt, The hurt that comes from deep inside, When to yourself you have lied. The meaning of those little bands, no one really understands. He's a dad again it seems. A little boy with hopes and dreams. Has come into his life today, Now he mustn't go a stray. He wants the best for them and all. He wants his babies to stand tall. To know they're loved no matter what, To live their lives without a "but..." Be who they are and take a stand, even if, no one really understands. Time goes on, it doesn't wait He learns some more a bit too late. His greatest fear has come to light, It seems to him, he's lost the fight. He looks at life, the things he planned, no one really understands. I'm angry now you see. How come this thing has to be? The ones I love get hurt and cry, I've learned the rules just don't apply. When you follow all those rules, Quite the contrary to those fools, Who say it all will work out fine, Let them walk in shoes like mine. I've grown, I've changed, I've learned the land, now I begin to understand. The sword is sharp both sides you see, It cuts into them, it cuts into me. The sword you see it is the lie, I thought that I had made to die. As I see it in the land, now I begin to understand. I kick and scream and ask "who why?" I thought I could live out the lie. When deep inside of me I knew, Exactly what, I was supposed to do. Now it's here to face me down, That thing that makes my little frown, The fear I thought I threw away, The part of me that has to stay. I thought I could outsmart the hand, so no one has to understand. A swift pull of the sword, stop wielding it around. Put it in it's place, not just on the ground. Stitch the wounds, avoid the salt, The fight, the fight, must come to halt. I can not loose the fight you see, the fight, the fight, I understand is me. I've tried so hard to be so good. I've done the very best I could. Now I've got to stop the hating, It hurts inside there's no more waiting. About my love I did not lie. My intention was the sky. For all of us, the best I wanted, Really thought I would not be haunted. I didn't get what I had planned, please, please, understand. All the parts of me need love, Both from me and up above. When all is said, and all is done, I've meant not to, hurt anyone. I must give myself a hand, For I'm the one to understand. I really am a different batch, Not all the parts, of me match. The time has come for me to say, I really, really cannot stay. I must give the me a chance, Not just to sing, and just to dance, But for me to figure out, Who I am inside and out. For then in time, when it's at hand, me, and everyone, will understand. For now the sword has got to go. The truth I did not want to know. Has grown and grown to where I see, It is not wrong, it is just me. It is not wrong, it is just me. - Dennis Morrison - Written 1998-1999