Good boy

-Hey, mom! Hey, dad!
-Hey son! How're you doing? - asks dad.
-I'm good! I just need to tell you something... I can't help it, it's hurting me a lot not sharing it with you...
-Okay, go ahead, dear son! - says mom.
-I'm... Well... I'm so happy you are these very good parents I have and I think I'm not being a very good son...
-Don't worry, son! You're great for us and you don't cause any trouble. We'll always be proud of you! Why are you saying that? - asks dad.
-Nothing. It's just that I... I love you so much!
-We also love you! - says mom.
After the parents' leaving, the son wondered:
-Another frustrated attempt of telling them the truth... I think I'll never be able to do it...
He slept very late that night and even being so exhausted, some nightmares came, all of them caused by the awful social rules against who he really is.
When he woke up, he opened his eyes and thought:
-Another day, gotta go to school, be humilliated there, cry a lot about it, study to forget it, be a good boy and also try to create a good reason for my parents to love me...
And that's it...