7.

Trapped

My friends look at girls
“Wow! Nice arse…nice tits”
But my eyes are drawn to my friends
Nice arse… nice pecs

They cannot know the secrets I keep
My desires for my friends, not their girls
I’m forced to say “Yeah, she’s fit”
All the while thinking “Yeah, you’re fit”

My friends, they cannot know
I’m trapped-
Tell the truth
Tell a lie

I’m torn – my heart cries
Truth!
My head cries
Lie!

Be honest or be safe?
I say nothing,
Safe in the torment
That is my closet