cropped-cropped-image3.jpgI hid away, merely existing amongst the shadows

I crept within corners

I locked myself away with the monsters in the closet


I ventured out in the sun among the living people

They looked different

Spoke different

Acted different


They were not like me

They were happy

They played

They lacked the scars


No hurt clung to their voices

Their eyes loved

Never did I see their walls like mine

They felt different, because they felt everything


I would always race home with the slams of doors at my back

During the heat of summers, I would mark dictionary words from my studies

I would wish to never cry again

I would dream about her on a bed stained with tears

Long nights spent awake contemplating an end

Thinking of the one I would never find


I found the songs and music that called to me

I found the beauty behind stage left and right

I found a canvas for my thoughts


I crawled from the shadows

I walked from the corners

I unlocked the closet

I released the monsters


I race home now not from fright

I race home now not from the living people

I race home to the one that now lives there

I race home to the one I dreamt of

I race home now because she can look back at me

I watch her from the other side

From the mirror the scars talk, they remind, but they love

From the mirror I saw my smile and fell in love for the first time



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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


Lgbtq, Poetry, Uncategorized


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