Who is this in front of me?
Her scars, her dimples somewhat familiar
Perhaps if I wasn't so tired I'd recognize her
Maybe self-preservation has hidden her true identity from me
Ironically, I don't know what I'm shielding myself from anymore
Those who were chasing me are gone
I don't have to hide anymore
Yet this double life has become me
Do I choose a life? Converge the two?
Or become something else entirely?
Who am I when not living a double life?
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
Who is this in front of me?
Her scars, her dimples somewhat familiar
Perhaps if I wasn't so tired I'd recognize her
Maybe self-preservation has hidden her true identity from me
Ironically, I don't know what I'm shielding myself from anymore
Those who were chasing me are gone
I don't have to hide anymore
Yet this double life has become me
Do I choose a life? Converge the two?
Or become something else entirely?
Who am I when not living a double life?
I came out to one of my closest friends finally. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.