Truth
The script was written, handed down,
I wore the suit, I played the clown.
I truly believed the role I cast,
Thought I had found the mold to last.
I looked in mirrors and saw a man
Following every expected plan.
I honestly thought the path was true,
The narrow road, the status quo view.
No secret thrill, no hidden ache,
I swore the life I led was no mistake.
I built the house on solid ground,
Where only "straight" was ever found.
But truth is patient, truth is slow;
It waits for when you’re ready to know.
The scales fell off, the blindness died—
The version of me I thought I occupied.
It wasn't a mask I knew I wore,
I really believed what I stood for.
But now the sunlight hits the floor,
And I am not that man anymore.
The secret’s out, the heavy weight is strayed,
I claim the truth: I am, and always have been, gay. WILLIAM CAPPOLA
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