Out.

No place to hide. Rejected by everything you used to know. No one to hold you tight or keep you close. All because of those four little words.

Empty. That's how it feels. Nothing left of what used to be. Hollow, with nothing left inside. Out in the open it seems too cold, but no one let's you in.

Scared and yelled at, maybe bruised, but everyone who accepts tells you; it gets better, wait and see. But nothing is really happening. Out in the open no one cares. About your feelings anywhere.

Rejected and with no end in sight. You think all is lost, they yell at night. But then they ask, "can we talk?" and then you think all might not be lost. They start to question, ponder, queer, and then they let out, just one small tear. They love you always, never stopped. Just got lost, on the way out.

So don't despair, alls not lost yet. You're both scared, you both will fret. But it gets better, wait and see. One day again you'll be a happy family.