Life.Growing up I thought
Life.
Growing up I thought I was normal,
But I knew that it was a lie and that I was abnormal.
I am a polygamous bi, but I have to hide in the closet
Afraid of being hated from being stereotypically different.
It wasn't that long ago until I found my support
From there, I realized that I can't abort.
Giving me hope to help others who are struggling,
I will try my best in juggling.
Don't give up because different is not a bad thing;
It's only a reason to shine brightly like a pure diamond ring.
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