Coming Out
WOULD YOU STOP PRETENDING?
That is what I told myself when I was trapped
in the closet
I said just smile
Your feelings will melt quicker than ice
I feel the battle in my head getting worse
I feel my world turning to ashes
I feel the walls getting closer and closer
Until I Say
STOP
I take a deep breath and say the four words
I am bisexual and proud
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