When words fail,
I love.

When actions are invalid,
I am able.

Where limitations scar,
I dare go forth.

Where the norms go to die,
I am found.
I am kept.
I am alive.

i am her third option,
and she is my first.
it is not fair to me
but I do not say a word;
for if I asked her
to decide on one,
she would not pick me.
so i will take a small piece,
and she will take my entirety.

My parents told me I was dead to them
When I came out as gay at 16
They died three years later
I tried but couldn't be sad because
How can I mourn the death of those
Who didn't mourn the death of me

These feelings I cannot hide
What I'm feeling deep inside
With anyone else, I'm full of pride
But with you, I have to lie

Most don't notice the walk I have
Hiding this is driving me mad
The remarks I hear are so **** bad
Then your comments make me sad

The terms and the names
Are driving me insane
They think we're all the same
"No grandma. I'm not gay"

I like girls
But guys are nice too
I don't know
What to do

For now I guess
I'll have to hide
The simple fact
That I am bi