April 1, 2017
I'm scared. I'm scared I'll never have the courage to tell you and tell the world. I want to tell the world but it would reject me.
I'm scared to be happy, to be forgiving, trusting, honest, myself. I'm scared of the person living inside me begging to come out. It burns me and I can't breathe, but I have to pretend I'm okay, and maybe I will be.
I'm scared to find out you know, that somebody told you. I've talked too much. Everybody knows. I don't try to hide it—maybe I should. Maybe I can stop the person inside me from talking, wanting, stop it from coming out.
I don't want to love her. I don't want you to know. I'm abnormal.
