Eight Years

Eight years.

That's how long it took

for me to finally be able to live with

who I was.

Eight years.

It took me eight years

to finally sit down and tell myself

that who I am..

who I believe to be..

was alright.

Eight years

of convincing myself that

something was wrong.

Eight years

of telling myself that

I was not normal.

Eight years.

Hard to believe that

someone as confident as I am

in who I am, today,

took that many years

to finally come to terms with

myself.

Eight years

to finally gain up the courage

to walk up to my family and say

"Hey everybody, I'm fucking gay."