Okay kid here's the deal, you'll come into this world and everyone will tell you how to feel.
Fast forward, fifth grade, you're in the bathroom stall. The first time you knew the word gay, it was written as a slur on a ***** cement wall.
When your brother came out it shouldn't been a surprise, but even
you became accustomed to the fear behind his eyes.
Using art as an outlet, you set your electricity free, bleeding words onto paper, grasping for being who you wanted to be.
Drunk on idealism and Tumblr walls, discovering yourself, refusing to fall.
Into the same routine and monotony like the rest, you took your pain to the stage, ripped your heart open and confessed.
Screaming I AM WHO I AM, with your arms open wide, who knew one day you'd finally refuse to hide?
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Okay kid here's the deal, you'll come into this world and everyone will tell you how to feel.
Fast forward, fifth grade, you're in the bathroom stall. The first time you knew the word gay, it was written as a slur on a ***** cement wall.
When your brother came out it shouldn't been a surprise, but even
you became accustomed to the fear behind his eyes.
Using art as an outlet, you set your electricity free, bleeding words onto paper, grasping for being who you wanted to be.
Drunk on idealism and Tumblr walls, discovering yourself, refusing to fall.
Into the same routine and monotony like the rest, you took your pain to the stage, ripped your heart open and confessed.
Screaming I AM WHO I AM, with your arms open wide, who knew one day you'd finally refuse to hide?
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