How do I say that the only life I ever wanted was the one I’m living now,
And that it wasn’t possible with them?
Or in that place?
They spent my entire life wondering why I never fit in when there was never a place for me in that world. It was something I had to figure out.
I love them dearly, but the last time I left home in 2007 I never expected to go back.
You just don’t.
I guess you’re forced to let it go and let them believe what they must. I’m not straight, but whatever.
But the truth is the truth, and that’s a big part the whole thing.
I’ve always been this.
You don’t have to be unhappy for anyone else.
Not when we are all racing headlong back to the goo.
No Sirs and or Madams.