I sometimes hear the sound of a cello
Playing from my childhood memories
Am I still a child in Heaven?
I was a foreigner in my own skin
Foreign in a society with more faces
Than hearts
I crawled my way to solace
Behind the impersonal Dell screen
On to a channel interconnected with people who I thought
Cared
The truth is that nobody cares about you
I started to stop caring about myself
My mother thought I was stronger than this
Nobody is ever stronger than their oppressor
I was as strong as my sanity
There was only one way I could save myself
My name is Jamey Rodemeyer
I am fourteen, gay
And the police won’t release the details of how I saved myself.