I've been told
That coming out
Of "the closet"
Is the best
Thing in the
World. I didn't
Realize that "coming
Out" would also
Mean being forced
Out of my
Lifelong home. It
Would mean leaving
My family, but
Not by choice.
I didn't know
The pain that
Would accompany my
Newfound "freedom." I
Was told, I
Could now be
The "real me."
But if this
Is the real
Me, who had
I been pretending
To be? A
Fake? A phony?
It wasn't somebody
I wanted to
Be, but neither
Is this. I
Didn't want it
To be like
This. I never
Meant for this
To happen. I
Just wanted to
Be honest with
The people who
Mattered most. I
Guess they were
The wrong people.
