You do not have to be good
or do as you think you should
while under cloak and dagger
burn fire, would
you want to sprawl and lie and try
who you are, how you feel inside?
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to bow.
While inside you howl
to the open moon:
a whittled wishbone
over time that is over too soon.
Your lion heart won’t tame you,
your wild wings push through the cage.
Your life is not a stage.
It is real.
What you feel is real.
Stop the games of hide and seek,
there’s no need to hide, or run away;
instead come out, come out, wherever you are.
Come out, come out, as gay.