Another poem from the drafts folder, about meeting good people who won’t judge you solely over the holidays you do and don’t celebrate, and treat you the exact same way as before once they know; the ones who don’t let one difference define you in their eyes.


It’s no use pretending

In fact, it feels like a sin

Living a dream I don’t feel within


The truth must be told

When I’m put on the spot

I’ll tell the truth; may hurt a lot


I hope he doesn’t judge me

Won’t treat me differently

I hope I hope I hope I hope


I’m pleasantly surprised

The truth is finally out

Nothing here to fuss about


It’s nice being open

It’s nice to say it’s so

‘Cause real-deal people never go.

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