You can't hide in a hole,
Asking yourself why you are so alone,
Despite your pretty soul,
You're one of many who wants to connect,
But want to wait for it,
A billion catchers waiting at home plate,
With nary anyone ready to pitch,
Put yourself out there, to use a cliché,
Or simply speak the truth,
That you should have no fear of who you are,
Is known early in youth.
You're born with it,
So why do we forget?
A custom of punishing honesty,
When it's different from what your parents said.
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