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A summary of the past nine years.

When I was thirteen
I knew myself to be a fag.
But I wasn’t a fag.
I wasn’t fruity.
I just happened to like men.
It was just a phase.

When I was fourteen
I had a crush on my friend
Aaron.
But I wasn’t a fag.
It was just a phase.

When I was fifteen
I knew that everybody else
Was wrong
And I was right.
In fact,
I was the only one with any proof.

When I was sixteen
I feared that somebody would
See through my disguise
And tell my secret.
One person knew.
Kayla.
She kept my secret.

When I was seventeen
I stopped believing in God

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