2d
The words I say feel fake
as they pour out my mouth,
a river of assurance
hiding a false facade
My days are filled
with hoping my mask never falls,
but it's glass anyway
that attempts to conceal my face
My cheeks rosey red
as I grind my teeth together,
a pit of worry in my stomach
turns my mind over
as they pour out my mouth,
a river of assurance
hiding a false facade
My days are filled
with hoping my mask never falls,
but it's glass anyway
that attempts to conceal my face
My cheeks rosey red
as I grind my teeth together,
a pit of worry in my stomach
turns my mind over
This poem is about when I came out as non-binary. It expressed my belief that I should continue to hide this part of me and the feeling that my queerness was not valid
