I have a dark secret, one I have pushed down deep inside my soul.

I want to feel pretty but I have to stay in control.

I put on my makeup, and I fasten the wig, my girlfriends red lace, ready for the disgrace.

I pose for the selfies and I feel ashamed.

but I’m pretty, I’m beautiful, I’m in my own lane.

If she ever finds out I’m sure she will leave

if my family finds out they will heave.

I cover it up, I keep it a secret,

I’m a man and that’s how I should keep it.

* I tried my best but this is based on my fiancé who has struggled with his sexuality.