My Last Day

Olive Gardener on Apr 25, 2011

This is written in memory of my good friend that was riduculed to the breaking point because of his last day.

My last day

I walk in the doors

My last day

I feel the waiting

My last day

My stomach cleching

My last day

They’re all staring

My last day

I know they can tell

My last day

That I go back

My last day

This is my one chance

My last day

Because this is

My last day

This is

My last day

Of being something I’m not

My last day

Of being a fake

My last day

Before I tell them all

My last day

Before I come clean

My last day

Before I admit it

My last day

Before I say I’m gay

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Sheila Barnhill on Apr 25, 2011
When I was younger, I had a best friend who was gay so I know the hell your friend went through.
Swish3 on Apr 25, 2011
great work
Cyni1106 on Apr 26, 2011
I have known many gay men growing up in school. I must say they were the best friends I ever had, honest and true, never hid their feelings. You have a good friend, cherish it.

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