Do I tell them?
Do I hide it?
Is it even something I need to hide?
Is it something acceptable to share?
Will they understand?
Will they just ignore?
Will it be a label?
Will they say I'm too young or too dumb or just wanting attention?
Is it something I need to tell others?
Am I really that different?
Can't I just live my life without having to say it?
Do they actually feel that?
Why do I never feel it?
Is this good?
Is it bad?
Is this even a thing that you have to confess?
Okay
Here it goes...
I...
I can't do it.
Damn it.
Maybe someday.
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Identity I
PoetryA sequence of poems I made throughout the years. Just something to read when you're bored (I recommend "TIME" and "LOVE POEM?"). If you're looking for emotional, try "SLOUGH" or "ENDS MEAT."
