Aly

"I'm me because this me Is the only person I could ever be" Except that's not true. It's a simplified view Of life when you're queer, When you're here and you hear What the world does to people like you Through the door, On the closet floor Lying crying, wanting to be that "me", But knowing being me means dying. So "me" becomes. The. Way to act. The. Stab in the back Of yourself, To maintain your health, Because this survival means maybe "you" Will get to live another day. But not today. So you bury you And walk away From yourself. It's better, you say, Lying in bed To your self Hung in the closet, Watching life drip away. And so you continue, undead, Like a vampire, You can't see your face In the mirror. That stranger is queer, Cause they're straight, Or they're cis, Or endosex, allo, this Isn't you. But it's the "you" you have to be In order to maybe see "me". And one day "Me" shows up And does not give a fuck about "you".