May 30, 2012
By Anonymous

I hate who you are
What you've turned out to be
You're not the person I knew before
Before you found out about me

All you do now is scream and yell
Act like everything is all right.
When, in turn, you hate me
With all of your might.

I wish I didn't tell you who i am
I wish you didn't ask
Because now, since you did,
There's no hope in going back.

Sure, we'll pretend,
Like we're happy and normal
But deep down,
There's no love anymore.

The author's comments:
This poem is about me coming out to my parents.

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