Coming Out

Intimidation

"Don't," my inner voice forewarned... And as I pondered the fact that I should listen to it more often, the demon on my other shoulder kept begging. Incessantly pleading, beseeching, imploring. It would want nothing more than for me to get what I wanted (...or what it wanted...) Could my desires really be the same as that of a demon? I would be tragically crushed. We had been battling with this reverse psychology for too long.
I had been hiding and denying my sexuality for too long.
But I realize now
Why I can't relate
Why I differentiate
I can't understand
That I wasn't planned
But neither can they,
What would they say?
I can't be who I want to be
Living a life that is fake, sadly

"I'm not living,"

Battered, bruised, and beaten,
Crushed to conform,
Cold, never warm
Time to give in
Bring on the heat
To make me feel
Make me heal

"I'm going to tell them,"

But how would they react?
Would I still be intact?
In fact, actually, I'd be better locked away


                 Isolated                               From the one thing I have left, but still holding on somehow.


Oh, to think what they would do,
If only they knew...
I could be whatever I wanted to be
But what they don't know won't hurt them, it will hurt me.