Regret

A true poem written for a contest. About the last 3 f*****g horrible weeks. All true, sadly.

 

I've know regret
All of my life
I feel it now most
I regret so many things
Yet all of them I count
Most importantly
I regret coming out
It wasn't bad at first
Just an insult here and there
Then things happening
Which would make me quite scared
Walking down my own street
Coming early upon night
I was alerted to a voice
And its words were "stupid Dyke"
I replayed this word over and over again
As I showered, as I went to bed
I cried and cried,
And inside, I died.
The only thought that came to my head
Was regret.
Regret for trusting anyone
Regret that I cared
What they thought about
The secret I had shared
Regret that I was gay at all,
But most importantly,
Regret of my life.
Finally I said enough was enough
You’ve given me your insults
I pretended to be tough
I have another secret to tell,
One that’s just as bad.
I am truly a pansy,
And my flowers were wilted
When the words.
Left
His mouth