OverTheRainbow

I don’t want to grow up

Because I don’t want to pay taxes

Because I want someone to take care of me

Because I’m a little bit scared.

I am grown up

Dear YWP, 

The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13. 

The second, 15. 

I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people. 

And this is the last letter. 

She's finally ahead in the presidential race. The way my hope lifted when I heard that news. And the disbelief on my face? How, after ten months? I was sure I was going to be screaming from my porch on election day, "Why, why?

I'm tired of hiding 

that I reside in the gay side of youtube. 

I'm tired of hiding that I went to the GSA

even though they didn't want me to. 

I'm tired of deleting my search history. 

It is a wandering 

sort of day 

(wandering mind 

wandering feet 

wandering eyes) 

before I find the camera. 

It looks old enough 

that I wonder 

I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.