The flames grow
And grow
        And float
                Above the clouds

I can watch and stare
As long as I please
Though I know
I'll never catch one

If I catch one
My hand will set ablaze
And It will hurt me, and burn me
          Untill
                   I
                     Am
                          No
                              More
Than a simple pile of ash

I can't speak to you
Or disagree with you
I have to nod my head
In agreement with you

I want to tell you
     "I don't believe that"
       "I support that"
         "But that is okay"

Instead I nod my head and say to you
        "Yeah"
                   "I know right"
        "It's not okay"

The flames are my thoughts
And my truest, deepest feelings

My hand is my courage
To open up

You are my head
My whole being
Not letting me

And I let you do that to me

You may ask why I don't confess
Or fight for my beliefs
But I promise you, I can't
Because I don't want my own family to hate me.