Treasure Island

Kelsey Joe


Coming Out


I'm starting to care less now
Why be ashamed?
If I can't help who I am
Then why bother hiding?
Am I afraid of what people will say?
Will my parents send me away?
Is that what I fear?
Or is it the way society's built?
Maybe, oh I don't know.
I fully don't get why
I feel the need to hide away
A years worth of memories.
The days will go
Maybe I'll tell, who knows?
I feel the days escaping
When I could go out and not care
Who hates me.
I was born this way
So why should I care?
I've known since I was young
I didn't choose this.
Insecurity? I don't know...
I just feel my day coming
When I won't give a crap
And for once, be myself.

Submitted: Thursday, January 13, 2011

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