I walk around this

place while wondering,

"is this right?" I am in

a constant pit of despair.

When will I get out?

When will everything be

alright? when will the

real me come out?

"i'm ready" is what she

always says, but I know

she's lying. I know that

she can't come out because

she's afraid. afrarid of

others judging her again.

some would call her a

coward, but she's not.

She just wants to be

herself: respect that. we

need to be proud or ourselves

and I mean our full selves.