Shame
Ayakaishi Fei

I was brought up with "good" morals,
With a sense of "right" and "wrong",
So what is it that I've broken?
To make me as I am?

Is it something that I've done?
Did I "invite" it in?
Am I meant to apologise?
For being who I am?

You scorn me for my preferences,
And make me feel ashamed,
I'm not some "dirty lesbian"
Or confused, misguided teen.

My courage has been shattered,
By the names that I've been called,
Inside my heart, however,
I'm proud of who I am.

I'm not quite in the closet,
Was dragged out 6 months ago,
By a girlfriend who decided,
She was "straight".

I'm scared to tell my parents,
I'm scared of who I am,
But I not ashamed of who I love,
Because she is my world.

I'm sick of all the lying,
I'm sick of all the shame,
I hate that I denied her,
When she means everything to me.

I wonder in this world of mine,
What "right" and "wrong" are now?
More tools to use to make us feel ashamed?
Not me, not now... And yet I am.

For anyone who's ever known,
The pain, the shame, the names,
I ask you, are we truly "wrong"?
And is being "wrong" so awful after all?