Coming out.

Of what?

From where?

Where the hell was I before?

How have I emerged from a place I didn’t know I existed?

A place I can only assume didn’t actually exist until I strayed from “the norm”…

A label you didn’t know needed to be created for me, until you realised you couldn’t accept or understand me without it.

Some kind of an “explanation” for my identity-

A requirement that doesn’t apply to you;

you and all of your straight edges.

I need a badge and you need nothing because you fulfill an assumption and I fulfill a sense of unfamiliarity requiring a name.

I’ve turned into a “something” needing “figuring out” by people who are not figured out, but incidentally do not need to justify their innate orientation to the world like I do.

Coming out.

From where?

Who was I before?

I am “me” yesterday, today and tomorrow.

So, why is “me now” different to who I was yesterday, simply because the person I actually am is not who you assumed me to be?

Assumptions, labels, and preconceptions are your flaws, not mine.

Who’s coming out?

You are.

You’re coming out as judgemental,

I’m just coming.

Jealous?

©haylesmaree

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