Standing here all alone,

With an identity that I do not want to be known.

Thoughts and feelings fly around creating a mental combat zone,

Forever hoping that my cover is not blown.

 

Love is love they say,

But is it really okay to be gay?

How is it fair to be living in fear

only because I was born queer?

 

Why are you normal whilst I am different?

I am tired of feeling insignificant.

I am done hiding in the closet.

It will no longer be okay to call me faggot.

 

Anxiety and depression,

All because of this homosexual oppression.

It was hard to find the courage to be myself,

But I decided it was better to be true to oneself.

 

I have learned that I am strong, empowered, and proud.

I will no longer hide behind this metaphorical shroud.

I am as strong as Atlas,

I stand under the pressure of this worlds madness.

 

I am no longer ashamed of my identity,

Finally achieving serenity.

I think it’s time that I start to live carefree,

And no longer ask myself about what could be.