My history may upset those around me.
But my voice can give no apology.
when given the choice between red or blue,
Sometimes the choice is not up to you.
And I won’t just sit here and spout,
Or Self Doubt.
But in the night those monsters get me.
Attack in and out of sight
Wracking for a coping mechanism to pull me through the storm.
Worm their way into my head.
As sweet nothings left unsaid.
Men get raped too,
Men hurt too,
Men heal too,
Men are thrown into social structure and concepts,
But this is not about,
This is about,
About the twirling tendrils of my mind,
Giving no leeway or door to hide behind.
About boys making a B-line,
For what lies on my backside.
Little laugh and snide remarks,
I hide away from in the dark.