AM I really this way?

Like a man in his own skin different from day to day.

I liked a man yesterday and a woman today.

AM I traitor?

Like Benedict Arnold constantly betraying and retracing battle lines.

I feel so confused and yet fine.

AM I comfortable?

Like that first toe dip into a calm serene lake.

Then must my world still rumble and shake?

AM I Gay, Bi, or Pansexual?

Do you even know what those terms mean?

Better yet, do I know how they feel in the depths of my bones and in my soul?

AM I just another confused kid?

Like a Conservative Anti-LGBT statistic.

Just another "phase" that I'm going through.

AM I just depressed?

Like Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh.

Just grasping for something, anything,dear God, anything new.

AM I to blame for the dissolution of marriage?

Like sex, money, lies, and videotape.

Just swept under the rug like rape.

However society perceives me

whether or not people believe me

I am who I am. I am LGBT.