Hiding From Society Poem by Zachary Clark

I don't know the
real me.
A shadow.
A lone cloud.
An upside-down
sea.
That ghost is me.

Changing outside, but
the same inside.
My face an illusion.
What is my life
worth?

In the closet,
itching to
breakout, but
afraid of the
fallout.

The truth is
transcending every
lie I tell.
Why lie when the truth
is the easier
path?

I feel like I'm
going, going...
Too far gone.
Feeling as though
the mirror lies,
but I know
it can't.

Drip, drop, I cry.
Tears falling
relentlessly.
Hear my
tears.
Feel my
pain.

Knowing home
would hold no
substance or
meaning to me.
Doors would be
slammed in
my face.

Nothing but pain
in my tomorrow.
Pain cries and I listen.
It asks, 'why can't
people care more
about me? '

Enough for me
to be free to follow
what I wish.


I was thinking about why do gay guys stay in the closet? ? ? Then I started thinking because they feel they'll be judged by society, the same society who claims to support and accept them. Sons and Daughters hiding who they are from Mothers and Fathers knowing they be denied for their choice. They probably cry at night knowing they'd be judged just to live the truth. Why is it so hard for people to allow others to pursue what they wish? ? ? Why can't they be allowed to be honest without being persecuted? ? ?