BoysIt's lonely in here.Desolate.Fearful.Of the public eye,Fearful of myself.All I try to do is please.And I only end up hurting myself.I have become a chameleon.A shapeshifter.A liar,Hiding behind a mask,To my family,My friends,From everyone.I've always been told,That it's wrong to be me.I'm... Unnatural. And everyone like me is the same.But what I see,Are living, breathing people. People. With beating hearts,Emotions.Yet,What they see,They see aliens.I beat myself every day,Trying to escape my lies.This desolate, decrepit loneliness.I just want to scream.But the hatred keeps me silent.Afraid,Of what really is.What I love,What I spend nights reeling about,Tossing and turning in bed,With sexual agony and frustration.I like boys.Louder.I like boys. Again.I like boys!... Scream it. I LIKE BOYS! This is my reality.I'm not alone.Better accept it.Or just walk away,Because I'm not apologizing,For an irreversible fact.
DeeperMoments pass,We get older,We win or lose.This is life.We fight.We love.We prosper.Experiences,Both good and bad.Memories,We want to keep at all costs,We want to forget forever,Hide them in the deepest part of your soul.But through these,We grow.Mature.We desensitize,To the once mesmerizing experiences.The fluttering heartbeat.The bright lights,Piercing sounds.Heartfelt memories,Tucked under our belts,For keepsake.Because nothing will ever be the same,When you move on.Falling deeper,And deeper,And deeper,Until we are submerged in maturity,An adult reality.Yet,We still make these childish mistakes,In love,In our careers,Our lives in general are just...Works in progress.We will never be evolved,Until we succumb to demise.Never,Ever,Will we truly be...Complete.Until our time has come.But looking back at it,I'm different than I was before,For better,For worse,You can decide.But I've changed,As does everybody.We all evolve,Every day,Every