Drastic measures are taken.
Taken to hold my sanity, hold me here....
In place.
This place.
Safe.
From what?
I know not.
I never asked.
I just let them put me here, away.
All to calm their fears.
Dry their tears.
Live long years of gay lifetimes.
Forsake these unspoken words on my lips.
Scraped away, a scab...
Bleeding.
Not knowing why, never looking them in the eye.
Dropping my head to ground.
Hide. Hide.
My displeased frown.
Diseased state of obedience.
Father, why can't you see me?
My only words...
No answer.
Left in the dark.
And still they say.
You.
Are.
Safe.
