Clogged hallways stretch into the distance

Simply would make him a walking target

He stopped holding hands, he stopped conversing

It cramped his heart and hurt his stomach that the very entity of education failed to provide him with such

No math lesson remained, no poem made sense and every science lecture was a different dialect

He couldn’t stay home and he couldn’t show here

His mind diverted

All he thought of was the aching laughter that made him grimace in humiliation

Shame

Shame of being what he innately was

Shame of walking with the one he loved

Shame of living and staying alive

Once a youngster curious in all sorts, he grabbed up an earthworm and tasted the soil

What he wanted was to be a scientist, a master of the arts and a doctor for the old

He dreamt up his life and put down his goals

Fighting through his education with an eager pleasure

Now every day is the struggle he faces

Mornings bring him anxiety; the brightness of the sun shows no light

Waking up is awakening to misery

He tries to comforts himself in sleepless nights

When sleep is what will cure his plight

Yet sleep is what he cannot attain

When the torturous thoughts penetrate through his mind

Colliding with each other and striking him hard

The painstaking way he stares at the ceiling

Seclusion is what he exiled himself to

Mother thinks its school she consoles him to keep strong

What would she think if she knew what they say?

They were right of course, his identity a sin

How could he have been so impulsively fearless as to obey his instincts?

What is love if it is not how he loved him?

What is love if it is ordained upon humanity to be a certain way?

If passionate is innate, then what exactly is LOVE?

“Love a woman or be destined to fire”

He is a man who is burning alive

Denying his intuition for the sake of society

He cannot sleep, he cannot think, he cannot eat and can barely breathe

Just to be another perfectly imperfect soul