Pacing around a room. 

Pacing around a room. 

Its become my prison. 

Trying to convince my myself not to back down tonight. 

All around me whispers about my reality. 

Too quiet to respond to what they accuse me of being. 

I’m shaking. 

I’m screaming. 

Im scared. 

How did I convince myself to stay in this closet. 

Its become like quicksand. 

I can’t escape on my own. 

Trying to say something new. 

I wanna be open with you. 

But you disapprove. 

Scared I’ve made my own family. 

They dont tear me apart. 

They take my screams and let me be me. 

Mending my scars. 

I’m smiling. 

Im singing

Im happy. 

They help me grow my courage.

Maybe one day I can face you.