i had a dream, that my family and i were in a swimming pool, and i turned to my mom and asked her whether she knew about my tattoo.
suddenly the waters turned from calm to rough waves. my mother screamed at me and wanted to take a look at the tats.
everything was then still, i heard someone weeping. i turned around and saw it was my family, and they were all crying. i heard whispers of disappointment from them. somehow i knew that it wasnt the tattoo that disappointed them. it was the fact that i was gay, and that i was their only son.
and then i woke up.
i'm tormented each day by the fact that i am gay, and my family would disown me or even worse, be ridiculed by my aunts and uncles over me, being their only son and being gay. how i wish to be proud, but i'm unable to voice my opinions, as i am still in the closet. this closet holds my deepest darkest secrets, none of which i would dare let anyone take a peek. i feel like i'm losing my mind, but i keep it inside...i have to keep it inside.
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