A Fragmented Story

Coming Out

What will it be like,

When I tell you who I am?

Will you accept me?

I've held this secret

Too long, but I'm done hiding.

I'm sick of waiting.

All I do is wait,

For a sign, for the right time.

But I'm my own sign.

I'm asexual.

I am attracted to girls.

I'm non-binary.

Now you can react.

Scream, hug me, cry, or curse me.

You're not my problem.

I live with myself.

I don't have to live with you.

And you, not with me.

We'll go separate ways,

If you cannot accept me.

But I'm not changing.

And I know; I've tried.

I tried to be who you want,

And I almost died.

I suffocated,

In the pain, in the wishing,

To be someone else.

I smothered myself,

For everyone else's sake.

For your own comfort.

You don't even know,

How painful it was to hide.

To act how you want.

That's not who I am.

You don't have to understand.

Just don't make me hide.

I am begging you,

To look at my side of this.

Please, please accept me.

But I understand,

If you can't see past the church.

And you think I'm wrong.

But I am finished.

I will not choke myself down,

Or make myself small.

I can't keep this part

Of me, secret anymore,

I have to tell you.

~And so I did.