A False Boy

Just now I turned into a man, but I have created a false identity. It started in 7th. I was picked on for being gay, so I told them I was straight. I didn't care about anything or anyone. Now everyone is friends with me, but I want people to love me for me. I am older now, so I realize that not all people want to hurt you, but people only know my false identity.

This poem is about: 
Me

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