First comes denial,
I spent a long time here.
Half a semester
That felt more like a year
Long before I did,
I think the whole school knew,
Me in denial.
Them wondering what I'd do.
Then came anger,
Which took me a couple days.
I yelled a lot.
"I hate you" became my phrase.
But then I came home
I turned the radio on
"Quit Playin' Games With My Heart"
I was looking at some pictures
Something, not sure what, did start
I realized I liked him
Accepted it was true
A weight was lifted off me
But who would I tell this to?
And why?
They all already knew
