How does one come to accept who they are?
Is it the pride flag that hangs in their room
Or how they boast about how gay they really are.
Maybe the acceptance is the small things
Holding a loved one's hand
And getting to see her beautiful body for who she truly is.
Until she's gone and you're stuck back lying to yourself
You can't like girls
You have to be straight
Make others happy
Not just yourself.
You fall in love again,
Or is this only a one sided relationship. He says that he loves you but
Tries to **** himself a week in.
He says he needs help with his transition
But you don't seem to good enough to help him.
He called you cute once.
And that gave you some hope
But then he stops talking to you for a week and you're lost in translation.
Did you do something wrong?
No one would know.
Your depression and paranoia gets worse
Each day you see him and have class with him
But soon you forget it
Go back to your somewhat self.
Learn he's dating someone new.
Go back to your boasting
And the laughing while everything seems normal to others, you're actually just crying on the inside.
Is this what acceptance means? Or did I miss something