We get it, we understand, you’re gay

Though these words have never been said specifically to me I hear them constantly said to LGBT
I feel these words when I look at a friend and talking of my girl now and again
I feel these words when I stand in a group and they say “Wow that boy’s so cute”
I feel these words pressing in the back of my mind when I try to add a girl looks fine
When there’s an awkward silence those words get ingrained into my head
And I wish it was something I wouldn’t have said
I feel these words when I speak in a crowd casually letting the word lesbian slip out
I feel these words when a woman confronts me saying “keep it down not in front of the children”
I feel these words when someone says in disbelief “you’re not gay you couldn’t be”
I feel these words when they continue to say “you’re too pretty to be gay”
I feel these words when I make a comment on Facebook mentioning my sexuality and suddenly my notifications get swarm with strangers mad at me
I feel these words when following my Facebook statement gets a message of hate from a homophobic Satan
I feel these words when my face rains with tears because my sexuality slowly becomes one of my fears and I ask…why…am I here?
I feel these words and it hurts
We get it, we understand, you’re gay
No you don’t.
Cause if you got it these words would never be said to anyone.
If you got it I wouldn’t have to be pressured into silence
We get it we understand you’re gay
Really? Cause in my personal opinion if you understood it
I wouldn’t have to spend my days rushing through it
Trying to forget my inevitable sexuality
Hate when looking in the mirror what’s looking back at me
I wouldn’t have to avoid the awkward conversation where my girl (space) friends are talking about boys  
But the mere mention of a girl being amazing causes a painful silence with confused eyes blazing
I wouldn’t have to get on a bus and feel uncomfortable because the word lesbian is so unspeakable
I’m forced to keep the word at bay because it’s something I just shouldn’t say
I’m gay and they say I’m a liar
I’m gay and they say it’s a phase
I’m gay I say with anger and rage
But all I get is trapped inside this cage
I hear the boy from the back of the bus
“You’re not lesbian”
And I say that’s enough

I’m sick of being silenced

We get it, we understand, you’re gay

Yes I am gay but no you don’t get it