Of my entire worthless life, I have learned that most people would rather hear something beautiful, and be deceived than accept the truth. For example, does my father want to hear that his son is Gay? That his son fell in love with someone who in the end just used him. Of Course not! So I would rather deceive you with something beautiful.
Dear Father,
I am not Gay
I am not sure what rumors you heard, or what people have said
But I am not Gay
Your son is not Gay.
Instead, I’m a man
A very sad man, who hates himself
But don't worry your son is not Gay
But he is learning to hate himself
He hates his face, his speech, his clothes,
He hates his future
But don’t worry your son is still not gay
He’s just depressed
And one day he will commit suicide
But, dont worry
He will make sure
That when he hangs, shoots, or cuts himself
No one will miss him, no one will remember him, no one will care
So there.
I am happy that I have lied to you. That I have made you happy with my beautiful words. But soon my lies will catch up to me. And they will not be as kind as I have been with you.
Sincerely,
John Smith