Who am I?
What have I become?
Where did I go?

Questions, left unanswered
Or rather unable to answer.

I am me,
But so wrapped in the idea of my sexuality,
my identity means nothing
"that ***"
that's all they see me as.
But I am more!
I demand to be seen as more!

But until I look into the mirror and say
"That's me"
they have every right.

I AM that ***
I AM that queer
that lost soul.
but
I am me
and that's all I want to be.

When I came out to you
You laughed at me
And I felt like ****
I like you - we went on holiday together
But you don't like me

"Gay guys are alright
But it would be weird to know a lesbian
What if she had a crush on me?"
I like you - you have a cute laugh
But you wouldn't like me

Two girls at the back if the bus
"You guys aren't lesbians are you?
Because if you are, we won't sit with you."
I like you - you're popular and funny
But you wouldn't like me

There's a strange boy at Scouts
"Oh yeah he's such a *******,
he must be gay."
I like you - we went to camp together
But you wouldn't like me

"I was at the cinema the other day
I saw two girls kissing
It was so gross."
I like you - you'd always beat me at cards
But you wouldn't like me

If I told you I was gay
How would you react?
I'd still like you
But you wouldn't like me

Hello soldier

you enlist today

goodbye soldier

you deploy today

to a well known battlefield

sanity

the enigmas written, engraved

by the lost; the many; the plenty

a never ending maze

your the frontlines

light em up

mess em up

deadly words **** by your fragile, breakable mind

at ease

no

your kamikaze mind

theyre strong

but we're stronger

hit the deck

brace for impact

your going home

no

death or glory

no

glory

fight because its instinct not orders

theyre scourge will prove faulty

we are united

we fight on!

we wont hurt anymore

we are free

in a world of peace, for peace

we stand

together

standing in puddles of our own maroon.

we stand.

How can you tell me I'm not a man?
Because under neither my baggy shirts and ties I have two things attached to my chest that feel like they are crushing me.
Slowly leaking the air out of my lungs.
How can you say I'm not a man?
Because under my jeans and boxers I have the female anatomy.
How can you tell me I'm not a man?
When I know I am one.
Body parts do not define the person.
The person defines themselves.
I'm just as much of a man as the next man.
Regardless of what I have.

Watching the touching story of a girl coming out to her parents,
Her parents being completely loving and accepting
I realized my parents would have the opposite reaction