Shadows engulf me in this dark prison of society. screaming out it's not a decision I'm fighting finding my way in my own religion. It's my life I'm not asking for permission. you look at me like it's a sickness or condition. Sometimes I don't understand societies rumination. they leave too much room for hatred and discrimination, but I put my best foot forward. Being who you want to see waiting for the day of equality. Balancing lies and false truths. I'm going crazy with nothing to lose I want more than anything for everyone to see but for now I asked this question. When can I be me?