No escaping from this harsh reality that looming over him like a black cloud
He keeps his emotions somewhere hidden under long and key
Tucked away deep inside mind
Often saying to himself
“Do I lust for being loved and held in arms that resembled my own? ”
“Why I am so different”
“Will people judge me for being this way”
He’s cries as these thoughts rumble in and out of brain
“Am I Going for the door only to be push back into the closet”
Another thought enters his mind
“What if he doesn’t feel the same”
“Oh god what is wrong with me”
“Will the people I cherish the most support me or just throw me out into the street”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem