Then I can be at rest,
And accepted for being how I am.
But what if
by the ones I seek for approval?
Dad’s gonna flip out
Mom might have a heart attack
My siblings will be uncomfortable
Grandma might lock me in an old shack
And here’s two peepholes on this door
But they’re both pretty shitty:
One is a question box with the eyes of god behind it
Waiting for me to make a move
The other is on the other side of the door,
Facing me and my world.
Screw that peephole.
I already know what my life’s like.
And Narnia tells you the closet’s fun
Only because if you ain’t in it your head could be on a spike.
But I’m not gonna push open the closet door
so damn afraid.
It’s not easy coming out
It’s easier to stay hidden
But it’s harder to find love
Or be loved
Or be happy
Or feel like the people around you love the you behind the mask.