comingout
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I found myself staring up at the wall
the wall of my emotions I remember being at her house
laying on her lap
I turn my head to look at her
and she blew my mind.
A lie,
That’s where it began.
Half-truths, twisted alibi
When the shit hit the fan.
An argument,
That’s where it escalated.
Harsh words, painful comment
Leaving us deflated.
There is a storm brewing up inside me,
twisted like a labyrinth,
It stretches as far out as the sea,
but the water is not calm,
it is angry at me.
Misery! Misery! Just let me be,
Parents can’t always see the signs
When I was five
I liked my hair long and dresses and pink
That didn’t make me immune
To how beautiful I thought
The little dark-haired girl
She is, in essence, all things. She is the universe embodied, and every tiny speck of dust within it. In her infiniteness, she draws all who meet her in and gives them a piece of her.
the mirror was an illusion,
the silence was the truth.
so many illusions fill the air,
hang down on our shoulders,
shine in our eyes.
too much you do not see.
i want to tell you the truth:
Do you know what it’s like to be left out of the crowd?
Do you know what it’s like to have no friends?
Do you know what it’s like to feel like you are your own best friend?
See my hands bound
so tight
Securely hidden
Behind my back
So I just sit here
and fight
You don't know how
it is to be gay
In an society
Where you have to
hide
Your love everyday
You don't know how
hard I try
To show you that
How will I tell you? How will I say, what has turned my world from grey? What words do I use? What play? How will I convey? Portray, display, relay?
“High school will be the best years of your life,”
or so I've been told.
Good grades and a good looking boyfriend
Living in confusion?
I know who I like.
She, her. She, her.
Keeping to myself.
I am judged by the judged,
I am strangled by religion.
Beat me up and break me down.
I am still alive.
Shadows run deep throughout my soul like interstates.
They converge into the darkness that creates me.
The one thing that's really funny is....
That the creator of my creators were created by you.
Love is love
“Gender doesn’t define love.”
Why is it people judge what they don’t understand?
Homo, faggot, dyke, queer!
Out of all the pain we mostly hold in fear.
We endure and we take all we can.
