It seems like everytime I look at her
My thoughts start to blur
My face heats up like a oven
And I don’t know the reason

I confided in my friends and they said I have a crush
I tried to deny and they told me to shush
They told me that they could tell I was queer
And that me not realizing was torture

The months pass and I start to see
How the world looks in disgust at our intimacy
I stare back and challenge their glare
Their hate and ignorance I dare

My love holds strong
Though people tell me it’s wrong
We promise stay together through pain and doubt
As we both know that one day we’ll make it out.

I’m proud to say, I’m queer.

I stand in a endless plane full of chaos and casualty
While the world spins and hugs me close
A voice whispers to not grow up in a hurry
And a mind full of creativity it shows

Forward three years I hear it again
Calling me towards history to be witness to the passage
As shielding me from the past would be in vain
For the voice says without this knowledge many shall perish

Two years pass before I hear the familiar voice once more
Saying to use that creativity and I’ll go far
I listen and my creativity I explore
And this time the voice has an avatar

Years pass and the voice has stayed by my side
As I look at the present in disgust as I see echoes of time.
A hand brushes against mine and cried
I look down to them and realize that the voice I heard was me intime
And I gladly take on the role of A voice