14*** I ran across this while rummaging through a box yesterday and knew I had to share it with EP friends. This was written in September of 1989. My comming out poem...***
My life is like a whirlwind
trying to decipher where I start and where I end.
The blatant truth is so incredibly mean,
while the answers I fear always shout and scream...
but how do you survive when you are only fourteen?
I am frightened as the words beg to come out
not knowing who I am or what I am about.
A smug little grin on a smug little face
slices through my heart with such incredible grace.
And the world is never just what it seems
as the asnwers I fear always shout and scream...
so how do I survive when I'm only fourteen?