We are solo in feelings, we are isolated
And not connected -- we feel lost.
We feel the float of alone in a chaotic world.
We think we are different than all the rest,
That the scythe has sliced us away
From the many others.
That LGBTQ is still a hidden silence.
That straight means freedom to show and tell.
That no one can understand how we feel
As we try to peel away layers of sticky youth.
That we all got here on our own. We did not. We are one.