I wonder if it's that simple?
Sixteen. I've been here,
sixteen years.
Sixteen years alive, not always happy,
but happy to be alive.
Happy to have family.
A grandmother, a father, a mother, a brother.
All with different beliefs,
none quite like mine.
Gay is the way,
although I am not gay,
and as for the borders,
they should be closed.
My beliefs, they are me,
and I am who I want to be.
Living, laughing, and loving my life,
but still aware of the issues around me.
The world around me,
falling apart, it's going insane.
So I keep my composure,
and I write.
For papers like this,
with many words,
they express who I am,
they define me,
and convince me,
that I'm still sane.