Stray

I have a secret. If anyone were to find out, my life would be over. I would be disowned, or worse- forced into some kind of conversion therapy. But I have to tell someone. I cant keep it bottled in any longer. So here I am, telling a complete stranger something I've never admitted to anyone, not even myself. I'm a Stray. I've always been a Stray. I was born a Stray.
Gd it feels good to get that off my chest. My dads would be livid if they knew. It's unthinkable in my world for me to not like girls, to not be normal, to not be gay. Yet, sometimes, late at night, I find myself dreaming of some far off place or time that would accept me for me. My dads always told me to follow my dreams. If only I could listen to them.