Calling me names.
They think it's a game.
Until I start crying.
And then they start lying.
Lesbian. Idoit. Stupid. Gay.
They all seem to hurt the same way.
But I stay quiet.
Smiling.
Hoping people will buy it.
But on the inside.
I'm dying.
I'm always lying.
Lying to simple questions like "are you ok"
But I must keep the questions at bay.
Because is people find out.
They will begin to doubt.
And they will know.
And my true colors will show.
Only some friends stick around.
Because if not I will drown.
Hiding from the demons.
I don't know what I'm feeling.
The hole I am in deepens.
There is no way out.
And only one of my friends don't doubt.
They give me a hand.
But I'm stuck in the sand.
Then here comes another friend.
Here to make this all end.
I pull to get my self out.
And my friends start to shout.
And suddenly I'm standing.
No crash landing.
I found my foundation.
I am here to stay
