I just want to scream to my parents that i'm gay
but i know they will never look at me the same.
I know that being gay is okay
so why do i feel this way?
why do i punish myself by forcing myself into heterosexual relationships
when i don't even like guys.
why do i swear that i'm at least bisexual or pansexual to possibly make my parents somewhat accept me.
why do girls make my heart beat faster than the shooting star that'll i'll wish on one day just so i'm accepted.
this is not who i am
this isn't who i want to be
all i want is to be free.
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late night poems.
Randomrandom thoughts from random times. trigger warning - death, bad language
