Trapped,
Shackled,
Yearning for air,
You start to feel lost,
So you scream in despair,
Maybe the cost is too much,
To know what you want,
They don't believe you,
They just repeat,
like a broken record,
"It's just a phase."
Just cut the last cord, holding you back,
Your church, peers, and family might judge,
But you never know, until you try,
So come out and share your stories,
Share your haunting pasts, and bright futures.
Don't keep it bottled up, hidden inside,
for it will only explode,
on everything, and everyone you love.
