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He doesn’t know how to explain…

his parents were sitting in the next room


they wouldn’t understand how his mind works

his words ended in dead graves, silent and decaying

he paced, where would he start?

The sadness, the silence

the guilt, the hopelessness

when emotions built and the tears fade

the human heart stops and so does the brain

he scribbles on a paper, a script to build from:

“Love is love”

“I love him, mom”

he opens their door, the script in hand

“I’m gay”

he says, regretting his words. Wishing he was dead air as he once felt.

His father looks up at his son; he sees a man, a human.

His mother looks up and sees a cockroach, an alien.

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