I was afraid of me
I was afraid of me
There were things I'd never told a soul-
Not even my own,
For fear that life as I had known,
Would crumble,
Indeed I was afraid of love and afraid to love,
To the point where
My body would crave for it so,
Look at these broken bones!
And all these bleeding dreams
That I destroyed with my bare hands only to be
A second-rate version of me-
Look at the walls I built to keep my secrets inside,
Starting toying with perpetual thoughts of suicide
All over the question of "Who am I?" and "Who do I like?"
Society says its wrong but I have to ask "Why?"
Why is it so wrong for a guy to like a guy?
No more running.
There's no place to hide.
I coming out of the closet,
The closet, this troubled mind of mine.