coming out

b4 i came out of the closet i was a caterpillar...here i was living in a cramped world who saw my life...me...as doing...living in a way they couldnt comprehend. how could i not want to be used by every slimy man or boy who came along...they saw nothing wrong with using me...my body in every possible way

was i actually the bad person for limiting theyre natural ways...

its easy to look back and see the mistakes...but were they mistakes or the only way it was...like walking down a one way street without the ability to go another way...