I’ve got a secret, that I need to tell, 
My life is not great, it’s a living hell.
What do I do, to feed my soul? 
Will I ever really feel whole? 
I’ve thought about adoption and surrogacy, 
I can’t help it, this is killing me.
Why does it have to be this way? 
Why did I have to be born gay? 
My family line will die with me, 
A failure is what I’ll always be.                
very nice! i liked how you kept it secret til the pretty much end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
You're not a failure. You write awesome poems that are full of emotion. Nobody who can do that is a failure