Here’s my dilemma,
My problem,
My complication.
How comfortable can I let myself be?
When all around me is mistrust, spite and malace
just waiting to be free?
Do I write down my thoughts?
For my class to hear?
But I don’t know,
Do I really want to be called a fag?
How am I supposed to share,
All that’s in my mind,
When I know that there’s vicious lions circling my desk,
Just waiting for something to prey on.
Now, here’s the catch 22,
I want to say it, to show it,
For, like always, there’s a guy,
He’s sparkling, angelic,
Quiet and sweet.
Yet - he must be straight, they all are.
And so, once again,
I retreat…
Once more to the shadows of my dark dispair…
down once more I fall,
into the garish night,
away from what I love,
how I feel,
now…I slowly…fade
Fade to night..
to dark..
to.
my.
death.
Alone.
Dark.
Scared.
Afraid.
Unsure.
Stupid.
ulgy
feeble.
weak.
dank.
dark.
death…