Hidden behind closed doors, I feel it try to break through. The strain I feel keeping it back, Pulls at me with a sad hope, A hope that wishes to be known, Known among family, Known among friends, Known among the world. Waiting for the perfect moment, For the moment to let go. To let go of every little problem that keeps the feeling back. To have others see me the same, And still express my feelings. To shine through the hate and fear, The pain and ignorance. To be me. Now I am free. Free of judgement, Free of fear, Free of every problem that troubled me before. I am loved. Loved as myself, Not what I feel. Loved for who I am, Not for who I like. Loved as me. I am not alone. Not alone in this insane world. There are others the same as me, That feel like they don't belong, That feel different. Those that feel this way, Hear these words: You may not belong with them, You may be different from them. But you are not alone. You belong with us. You are just like us. Each with a different story, A different thought, A different feeling. We belong together. We will stand together. Because we are not alone. (Happy Pride Month!!!)
