People ask why I don't talk of the past
Those good ol' days everyone should have
I always look away whenever they ask
For my happy days started later than that
Before I came out I lived in a box
Stifling and small with what felt like a lock
Then one day recently I found my way out
I escaped forever from my screams and shouts
You wouldn't understand unless you were there
How frustrating it was, I was hiding so scared
Like a closet of darkness I've always lived in
Feeling condemned like I'd committed some sin
I broke my way out of that dark ugly box
Made only for males and for only male thoughts
Finding beautiful senses and thoughts and things
Now I am where i should be and wanting to sing
by Lj Mark