Debut From The Closet

My fear fastened me to the closet floor.

Serpents snapping at my skin, concealing the secret within.

An explosion of emotion, an erosion of empathy.

The conversation tore me apart, words like "it's just a phase, sweetheart."

But I love a girl with beautiful eyes, how could I continue those lies?

I escaped from the closet with my life ahead, 

Now I see purple and yellow, instead of red.

This poem is about: 
Me

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