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.