I’m tired of lying to my parents about who I am

Who I love is how God made me and I truly believe it

I hide and then cry but I can’t bring myself to stop

Now I have someone to fight for

Someone I am not afraid to love or believe in

But what comes with that love is something I fear

Because if I tell my parents I’ll let go of the people I hold dear

Because they tell me there’s something inside me

Something ugly that’s sin that I should hold back, not supply

But that’s a whole half of me that they expect me to suppress and hide

But one job can change that

My parents may feel necessary to leave me behind

but I’ll show them how I’ll go back and seek paths that I’ll find

I’ll do more than my best and continue my education

I’ll have stories to tell- to drug minds with infatuation

I’ll pursue my dream of escapism through film

It’s not worthless, kids need it

We need it

When we go through hell and feel like shit

I won’t feel my dark thoughts that make me feel little

I’ll get married

I’ll be happy

I’ll remember those who helped me through the time that I fiddled

For money that I didn’t have to continue chasing

One job

One job, Creative Executive and Producer, can change my future

One job will make it worth all the pain and the torture

And until then

I’ll acknowledge my pain as much as my happiness

Everything is constant

The pain will be over

And the happiness will come

I’ll enjoy each

For one calling, one dream, one career

One job