To You,
If you are reading this, I apologize. I didn't want you to discover me this way. I didn't want you to discover me at all.
I thought I could go on lying to myself, to continue this great facade, but I just can't do it anymore.
I don't know how to come out, and I'm not even sure that I want to. But if you're reading this, then I suppose you already know, I am who I am, and I can't change that.
Because these two words- "I'm queer", have been sitting like stones in my mouth for months. They melted on my tongue, into something sour, like vomit. Secrets have been crawling up my throat, but I swallow them, and they grow like watermelon seeds in my stomach. My mother taught me not to lie, but I did anyways.
I like girls, so what?
At least I know who the hell I am.
I'm ME.
I'm MYSELF.
I can't change that.
And if you don't like it, I'll love it.
If you don't care,
I'll cherish it forever.
If you hate me, I'll love you.
I'm LGBT.
Who the fuck are you.
