Below: The poem
'The pain, the hatred and fear
they stain my sacred veneer.
In vain I waited in here
insane, faded, unclear...
You think I am but a cube.
But I learned to walk just for you.
I learned how to draw, how to write.
I then had no choice but to hide.
I made up a human that you
now know as a rat on the loose.
Cause you wouldn't trust me - the cube
but you'd trust a message on loop.
Those words and paintings on walls
I hope that they helped you at all
for I've devoted myself and my life
to you in this unfair strife.
Your touch, your hands and your skin,
your fingers – so soft and thin...
I crave for your presence and smile
but alas – there's only exile.
As much as the 'The cake is a lie' lie
I just didn't want you to die.
I had to convince you and fast
this risk might just be your last.
But here we are – safe and alive.
Away from this dangerous hive.
I still have to say I'm amazed -
I never thought I'd turn out to be gay.'
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