In shadows where norms cast their heavy cloak,
I’m a captive of whispers, society’s yoke.
Trapped in a lattice of conformist gaze,
Love masked, a kaleidoscope in hidden ways.

Queer in corners, where whispers entwine,
Obscured spectrum, a vibrant design.
Fingers tracing edges of societal norm,
Invisible rainbow in a monotone swarm.

On straightened stages, a scripted play,
Unspoken lines, defiance at bay.
A prisoner of tales not spun for me,
Silent rebellion beneath the silent decree.

Walls closing in, whispers surround,
Navigating mazes, where judgments abound.
Masking authenticity, a truth untold,
Wildfire within, a story to unfold.

Dance of shadows, dance of light,
Carving spaces in the still of night.
Bold strokes against the canvas of the known,
A portrait painted, identity grown.

In the quiet rebellion, a symphony plays,
Discordant notes in society’s gaze.
Rising, falling, in the crescendo’s spree,
A testament to the beauty of being free.

Trapped, yet unbroken, through judgment I roam,
In the garden of diversity, I find my own.
A queer soul, resilient, refusing to flee,
In the sporadic rhythm of authenticity.