I've been living in this bubble
I tried so hard to be subtle
I didn't want to be found
I tried to get away from trouble
But I guess I was trouble
As much as I want to go away
It is part of who I am
It will forever stay
I can deny it all I want
Heck, I can forever pretend
But the most painful torture is lying to yourself
It's like you're planning your own end
I've been living in this eggshell
I thought I was trying to protect myself
But I didn't even know from what
I guess, it was a secret cry for help
No, I wasn't dying or anything
But my happiness was definitely
I've been thinking about other people
Without thinking if I was actually happy
I'm tired of pretending
I'm tired of always running
I'm gonna stop this pointless acting
I'm going to start living
A/N:
No words needed.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters of A Closeted Lesbian Writer
PoetryBasically, this book will revolve around my struggles and experiences about being a closeted lesbian and all my hidden and unsent poems and letters that I was too much of a coward to give to this girl I have a crush on. I noticed that almost everyth...
