Shh. They can't hear you.

Shh. You can't talk about that.

Shh. What will everyone think?

Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!

I can't handle this silence, this quiet!

I am suffocating in the nothingness in the air, the stillness in the room.

But hush they say; quiet. Because what I say is wrong, disgusting, innappropriate.

WELL that doesn't mean it isn't true!

But I still have to hush stay silent.

It is because of all of you that I am so afraid, but no more!

Haha.. Isn't it funny? You're my role model, my leader.

You teach me to speak, to talk, to walk, yet you are the first

to shut me up, to cover my mouth, to push me down.

I will not stay silent!

I was raped! I am gay! I did try to die! I am sad! I don't believe in God!

Forbidden..yet true.

Don't hide. Come out. Speak out.


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