August 4. The day I admitted it. The day I came clean. The day where I risked it. They day I told her. After nearly a year of rejecting it myself. Telling myself it wasn't real. That it would go away. I ruined a chance. And ruined myself. I realized that I was scared to. I thought I wasn't before because of how supporting the people around me are. But I was still scared. But I waited too long. A chance ruined. At first, I'm hurt. Of being rejected. But that's what I get, huh? Thoughts running through my head, thinking. Trying to keep the slight hurt inside. But I convinced myself. I'm happy. I'm in a relationship. I'm fine. I'll be fine. My thoughts and feelings are wrong. I shouldn't be feeling this. I can't be feeling this. I'm fine. I'm happy. I'm good. I'm happy. I am. But...I can't help thinking...what if...
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A Conflicted Teen
PoesieThis is a book of all my poems I write in my free time or when I feel down or inspired. Or really any time of day. Enjoy. Please don't steal any of my work.
