There is a poem I wrote in my childhood. Originally, I thought it was the result of emotional and mental anguish from relentless torment at the hands of school bullies. Now, I am not so sure. Perhaps somehow it ties into my struggle to define my identity, and hiding my desires from those around me. You be the judge!
Who Am I?
I get lost in my disguise
Humanity stares with questioning eyes
Will I reveal my true identity?
Drop the mask, so they can see
To take such risk could elicit danger
Is it best to remain a distant stranger?
I’m unsure of which path to travel
Not desiring my life to unravel