It's a waterfall.
You know, the kind that cascades hard like
the white water rafting trips' featured waves
and just when you think they've calmed,
they're back even stronger.
They said they had their suspicions.
You've been more flamboyant.
You don't want to dress like your gender.
Stereotype, stereotype, stereotype.
But to be accused,
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US
To be yelled at,
YOU THOUGHT WE WERE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU THEN?
To wish you were anywhere else but here...
Somewhere over the rainbow...
But I'll never be over the rainbow.
Contrary to her belief,
it's not a phase or something I'll grow out of.
It's genetic.
Contrary to his thinking,
it's not helping
when all my communication with
others is severed.
I'm gay.
There, I admit it.
It's not like I'm gonna scream it from the rooftops, and no,
it's not the reason that I really like bowties and short hair.
Can't you just
accept me?
The final blow
is when your family
decides you're too good
for that type of lifestyle.
WHAT MORE CAN I DO TO IMPRESS YOU?
I've tried my whole life to make you proud.
I guess this just goes to show
that being myself
will never be enough.
So leave me to my cascades and wet cheeks in bed-why do you care-
because we all know you're wishing I'm something I'm not.
Someone I'm not.
Disowning me
would have been the
far superior alternative
to the disappointment.
"Our youngest daughter is just like her father, but looks like her mother. And our oldest daughter? She looks like her father, but acts like her mother. Well...she did."
Quote via my mother. Manipulated as to not share my sister or I's names.
