Me from A to Z

I saw this over at Lou's place, The Quiet Life, and thought I'd give it a go.

Create a poem, such as it is, from A to Z.

As always happens,
Being the middle of three,
Childhoods are often left behind
Dangling, as though nonexistent.
Even as an young boy you search for self,
Finally aware that you are
Gay, and even more set apart that dreamt possible.
Home is that place where you don't fit,
In a world that views you as less than;
Joking and poking, hitting and
Killing; simply because of who you are
Loving.
Men look down at you, women look away,
Never bothering to see what is really there.
Out, now, out loud,
Proud to take that step.
Queer isn't queer, it's just me
Realizing that I am, in fact, okay.
Seeing the world as a welcoming place,
Thinking I'll find true love
Understanding that I deserve the same and
Vowing never to settle for less....then
Welcoming him into my heart and my life,
X-isting as never before, yet still
Yearning for acceptance and getting
Zero from my country