If you were to look into my eyes,

you would see joy.

It's really quite expected,

I do seem rather joyful,

do I not?

What you don't know,

is that I hold a secret.

You scare me.

I may never tell you I'm gay.

I may never tell you I'm a lesbian.

I may never tell you I'm psychic.

I may never tell you that I'd prefer

to go on a nature walk,

rather than play sports,

or push around another kid,

because he was brave enough

to tell you what I'm too afraid to.

Yes, I seem joyful.

Luckily, you're far too ignorant

to see past that.