Now I must choose which path I want to take:
Can I be fake and part of me refuse?
Will I embrace the whole of who I am?
They’ll say I’m damned no matter what the case.
For me to be myself I must be true
To all of who I am: I must be free.
But do they need to know the inner part
Inside my heart, the corners where I bleed?
I’ve dithered here at crossroads for so long:
What’s right or wrong? I can’t control my fear;
I can’t decide what I should or say.
Is there a way they won’t be horrified?
If only I could see the future now,
I would know how to end this quandary.