Coming Out
Coming out to my parents was the worst idea I ever made in my entire life.
They don't see me anymore.
All they see is
My orientation.
I have become a puzzle piece that is stuck to a piece that they don't think I fit with.
I have become a stranger, underneath a mask, underneath a disguise, that they don't know how to address me as.
I have become a song that they used to know but have now removed from the playlist.
All they see is
My addiction.
I have become a container of spoiled milk that they left at the back of the refrigerator.
I have become the old church that caught in fire and now only deserves a sigh.
I have become a dropped iPhone that they'll miss because of the pictures but will soon replace.
All they see is
My disorder.
I have become an old vending machine that keeps spitting out old dollar bills.
I have become a vacuum cleaner that doesn't suck up all the dirt in the carpet.
I have become a battery that keeps leaking acid and ruining everything around it.
All they see is
My disease.
I have become a cigarette butt that takes just a little longer than usual to put out the final spark.
I have become a hand-me-down shirt that they don't want to hold on to but don't have the heart to throw out.
I have become a skinned knee on a child that just wants to keep running but suddenly, I'm holding him back.
That's all they see.
But all we see
Is their eyes.
They don't see me anymore.
All they see is
My orientation.
I have become a puzzle piece that is stuck to a piece that they don't think I fit with.
I have become a stranger, underneath a mask, underneath a disguise, that they don't know how to address me as.
I have become a song that they used to know but have now removed from the playlist.
All they see is
My addiction.
I have become a container of spoiled milk that they left at the back of the refrigerator.
I have become the old church that caught in fire and now only deserves a sigh.
I have become a dropped iPhone that they'll miss because of the pictures but will soon replace.
All they see is
My disorder.
I have become an old vending machine that keeps spitting out old dollar bills.
I have become a vacuum cleaner that doesn't suck up all the dirt in the carpet.
I have become a battery that keeps leaking acid and ruining everything around it.
All they see is
My disease.
I have become a cigarette butt that takes just a little longer than usual to put out the final spark.
I have become a hand-me-down shirt that they don't want to hold on to but don't have the heart to throw out.
I have become a skinned knee on a child that just wants to keep running but suddenly, I'm holding him back.
That's all they see.
But all we see
Is their eyes.
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My response to telling my parents that I am suicidal, or rather, their response.