Pansexuals Exist

The first time I answered, "I'm gay". It didn't quite feel right on my tongue. I knew something was off but I couldn't tell what Kissing cherry chapstick was just as fun as lying on his chest I struggled for years wondering if I was a freak But I bet everyone wonders that at some point The name is LGBTQ+ and yet some are excluded "Are you in the closet again?" "But which one do you prefer more?" Neither, that's kind of the point But two choices never felt settled I still felt like I was free falling with no where to land And then I heard pansexual Of course because of the jokes "So do you like pans?" "Ew is your family okay too?" Except this time my ears rang My whole body lit up like a christmas tree I could kiss Chelsey or Kevin Or Tracy that used to be Trevor Or who fucking cared? Cause I didn't. I still don't. So why do you? I guess my point is... I'm pansexual. And to answer the other question, the one that's had all of us on the fucking edge of our seats Do we exist?