I always knew who I really was, no one else did.
I remember my first experience, I was five.
Innocent and pure.
I had to make sure.
After that it was always different.
I know I was different.
But that person was nonexistent.
That person was considered not right.
I was taught that was a sin.
So I held it all in.
I was confused that if this was who I was then why
was it so wrong?
Did I just have to lie and play along?
Was there something wrong with me?
Was there a cure?
I was lost and had no where to turn.
The hurt inside was left to burn.
I had to lie and be deceitful to the people I loved.
But I was afraid what would happen when push came
to shove.
I wanted to badly be who I really am and love
who I wanted to love.
But in this judgmental world I was scared of all of the
Down below.
Was my family going to disown me?
Was I going to be alone?
Would my friends be accepting?
Would I be able to hold my own?
All of the unknown tore at my insides.
Would I be able to leave all of that behind???????
What about the rest of the world?
How would they handle what was about to unfurl.