You look at me, but you don’t see. Nobody does. Even if you do treat me by the right nouns, I know you don’t see me as I am. After all when you were asked if we could ever date, you said
“No… I’m gay”.
I'm a man too.
And I'm not worthy of pity.
Hopefully someday people will just be able to look at me.
Hopefully, someday, I'll actually be able to be there - as I really am.