Being speechless says a lot.

When they ask my opinion,

or question my loyalty,

I don't speak.

I get nervous with aggression, anxiety, and fear

that they will learn the truth.

He asked what I thought of his art.

She asked if I really enjoy her as a friend.

They asked what I liked best.

But, I worry about pleasing others,

because it is what I was bred to do;

it's what we all are bred to do.

But some don't!

They take a stand.

They do only what they want,

and are happy for it.

They are strong, powerful, 

and I am weak.

When I told her that I was bisexual,

I waited for my mother's response,

I filled with anxiety and hurt.

She was speechless, and it said a lot.