It's just a word, but it has a meaning that goes deeper.
We're all supposed to be brave, boys more so than girls.
From a child, we're taught to face our problems (at least we should be),
and not to be scared of the dark.
Suck it up, it'll end soon.
You don't want to look like a pussy, do you?
I guess I'm brave in some ways, others not at all.
I'll protect myself, stand up for my friends.
Chase after muggers and bullies.
But in other ways?
I don't even know where to begin.
I lie every day, and it makes me sick.
My friend asked me a couple days ago, and it would've been so easy to tell him.
He wouldn't have been mad, he probably would've hugged me and thought it was cool.
But I couldn't.
I don't know why, maybe I'm scared of it getting around.
I mean, high school's tough enough, who wants to be known as gay?
Coming out of the closet seems so easy to everyone else.
Telling people you're gay?
It only takes a second.
But it's not.
I think it's the most terrifying thing in the world to do.
I'll always look up to people who are out, especially ones who come out earlier than others.
It takes a lot of bravery, something I don't possess yet.
I don't like lying, but in a way it protects me.
Gays live tougher lives, no one can deny that.
If one person knew, how long before everyone else?
I'm planning on coming out when I'm in college, but who knows.
I might never tell my parents, something I'm not proud of but I'll live.
I don't think I'll ever be brave enough for that.