Thoughts exposed

Coming out

I finally opened the door and walked out of the closet I threw you in thinking everyone would forget you and just see me.

But changing everyone's perception of us will take time to reshape what was drilled into their minds since they met you.

I locked you in the room I had been trapped in for years, living my life in your shadows, hiding away from anyone who may hate me.

I let them see this art they hand crafted out of thoughts of perfection and stereotypes to create your life.

I made myself heard a few times before through the term "tomboy" whenever you climbed a tree with the other boys or when you wore jeans and sweatpants all summer instead of wearing shorts that showed more skin than we were comfortable with.

I saw myself when you smiled around her, the one who crafted a smile onto your face and painted happiness into your eyes that lit up at the thought of her and shined brighter at the sight of her. She was the one you felt comfortable with and so did I. She was the first one that I showed myself to and one who shattered the joy and love we held and shut the windows of light that showed us what true love was. Now she's a distant memory of depression, thinking of what wonderful memories of joy she crafted with us for four years.

I don't hate you, it's not your fault I exist and you can't control how everyone saw us, but You had to leave for me to see light and finally live a life crafted by you, but colored by me, so people knew I existed. You don't have to apologize for being yourself instead of letting me take the reigns before you knew I existed.

I was just a distant thought of depression living in the back of your mind since you started developing breasts and people pointed out your curves and how beautiful you were becoming. You had no idea what I would become.