Can I?

Can I?

Can I be hidden?

Deep in the back of the closet where hope has been forbidden.

Can I escape?

From the ropes tied around my wrist and my mouth covered with sticky scotch tape.

Can you help me?

Come out to the born and raised christian family that doesn't think LGBT should be a thing.

Can you understand?

That I've spent most of my life lying about who I am?

Lying

About how I feel and who I love.

Lying

Behind frilly pink dresses and french tip nails.

Behind the all girl sleep overs and the "Oh she's just a friend"

Lying

Even when I can't take it anymore.

Lying

Even when I cry in dressing rooms and my face is dripping with thick black eyeliner ink.

So Can I just be hidden?

Inside the empty hollow shell of myself far away from religion.

Can I escape?

From my family as they look at me and only see a "Lifestyle Choice" instead of a trait.

Can you help me?

Understand why I connect with the same-sex like leaves on a tree.

Lying

About who I am.

Lying

Even though they see through me like a hologram.

Lying

When I simply just want to be me.