How does one come to accept who they are?

Is it the pride flag that hangs in their room

Or how they boast about how gay they really are.

Maybe the acceptance is the small things

Holding a loved one's hand

And getting to see her beautiful body for who she truly is.

Until she's gone and you're stuck back lying to yourself

You can't like girls

You have to be straight

Make others happy

Not just yourself.

You fall in love again,

Or is this only a one sided relationship. He says that he loves you but

Tries to kill himself a week in.

He says he needs help with his transition

But you don't seem to good enough to help him.

He called you cute once.

And that gave you some hope

But then he stops talking to you for a week and you're lost in translation.

Did you do something wrong?

No one would know.

Your depression and paranoia gets worse

Each day you see him and have class with him

But soon you forget it

Go back to your somewhat self.

Learn he's dating someone new.

Go back to your boasting

And the laughing while everything seems normal to others, you're actually just crying on the inside.

Is this what acceptance means? Or did I miss something