DescriptionA poem about being in the closet.
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I looked at my labels, But found myself instead, Should I tell them who I am? To rid this pain in my head, Do you think I’m selfish? For not taking the labels they gave me, But if I chose my own labels, I’ll finally be free, Still I fear, This danger that lurks, But what’s wrong? They’re only words, Perhaps this euphoria, Is subject to change, So I’ll sit in this closet, And hope they don’t think I’m strange.