Inside Coming Out

My throat becomes a prison,
Its occupant a scream.
I'm reaching through the bars,
Grasping at a dream.

Going under slowly,
My tongue emits no calls.
Existence slips away, I'm gone.
My shadow never falls.

Scared to live means death.
So tired of feeling doubt.
I try to pull myself apart,
Just to let me out.

Need to make a difference.
Freedom is the key.
It's not what they expect,
Who I want to be.

Suitcase ready in my mind.
Other places know my name.
I'm taking new strength with me,
My dream is glad I came.