I feel a sort of numbness

An everlasting sickness

I am trapped in my own mind,

I’m so worried all the time.

Will it kill me to let you know?

Would it kill me to make it show?

I wonder what you would think

If I told you I’m on the brink.

I’m about to reveal the reason,

About to admit my treason.

They’ll call me a traitor,

And say it’s not normal behavior.

And a tear will escape my eye,

And I’ll turn to them and cry,

I can no longer tell a lie

Hold it in any longer and I’ll die

Maybe you’ll accept it one day,

But the fact is that I’m gay.