I had no idea that I’d be tiptoeing around these kinds.
I thought once I met the people who accepted our kind that I’d be golden.
I had no idea that my insecurities would get the best of me.
And I had no idea I’d still be caught in what I used to know.
Caught up in what was real to me and what I learned as an infant.
I thought I would be able to let it all go with them.
I thought I would be normal. But what the fuck is normal anymore?