When the closet door opens

This is what It's like to come out of the closet to most families

I can remember the day, clear as ever; October, 27th 2004.

The worst news I could ever imagine.. The words stabbing my insides repeatedly.

 Why does it matter? I'm still a person, and we love the same. I can't believe I'm getting punished for something I can't control. Why am I separated from the rest of the family, and being the topic of discussion? My sister doesn't talk to me anymore and my brother won't even come my way.

It's like I have an incurable plague that my parents been lying about, and my siblings are too baffled to think for themselves.

Nobody should feel like the black sheep of the family because of what and who they love. It's crazy think that my 

mom would rather shun down on her gay daughter, and to praise her crack head son. It saddens me to be put 

down for what I love, and to encourage my sister to only smoke weed outside and not in the house. It hurts

more to know that you will never be loved like your other siblings, when everybody has a flaw about them.

But no this is not a flaw, this is my life

this is not a mistake, this is who I am

this is not a phase, this is for a lifetime

this is not a cover up, this is me

Author's Note

Never be afraid to show who you really are. Open the door to the closet and be free