Inside out,
Upside down,
Tarnished by your words,
Seeking refuge in the colours that outcast me.
How bitter sweet does this have to be?

If coming clean with myself
In turn looses you,
Then why do I still breath?

My flesh torn,
Blood staining the floor,
Shrouded by cloth,
The pigments set us apart.
How can six words change a life?

My head nodding,
Each silent breath,
Strikes with no warning.
In your soul,
Do you wish me dead?

But this can't be true,
For all I said,
"Hey mam,
I think I'm gay."