there are so many things in this world that i dont understand
like why my parents are so ashamed of Hayden and i
why our neighbors shun people like us
we've done nothing wrong
but all these questions keep spinning in my headwhy don't they like us?
did we do something wrong?
are we wrong?
everyone says that they are right
will we be right....
when we're dead?ive always smiled wide
for every single picture
and complied
with every wish they had
but now they're saying
we don't follow the scripture
and i can't speak of the thoughts
spinning in my headmy mother used to smile at me
she would laugh
and kiss my scraped kneesmy father used to hug me tight
and tell me I was going to be alrightbut they won't do that again
will they cry...
when im dead?so many thoughts
spinning in my headwill anyone miss us
when we are dead?will thoughts spin in their heads?
and maybe even....
regret?i don't know
i don't know anything anymorenothing but the thoughts
spinning in my head
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Closet Thoughts
Non-FictionBeing closeted is really though. And its even worse when you're in a homophobic town With homophobic parents and boyfriend