Halls of the Dark Muse

This was inspired by a conversation with someone in which they said that they think homosexuals are weak if they give into thier urges and should not pursue thier own selfish happiness.

House of Lies

Bitterness reflected back in your eyes
no longer trying to suppress blame,
isolated in this house of lies
built upon a foundation of sorrow.

Is this truly the God man desires
one that seeks to devoid love
and turn marriage into prison
with anger brewing around the edges?

This is not my life, the life
I wanted deep down inside,
I am incapable of loving this woman
who has done no wrong and
deserves more than my resentment
and guilt.

I am incapable of loving any woman
but I lacked the strength to
stand out against their hate
and accusing eyes, I feared
facing disappointment.

I let them convince me that I
was weak to pursue my own happiness
so I caved to accept the perimeters
they set out for me.

But all it has done was create
misery and destroy lives,
now staring at myself in the mirror
only to see a stranger in
a borrowed life that belongs
to someone else.

And where is my life?
Have I waited too long
sacrificed too much
to claim back my pride,
my self-esteem, and confess that
my love has always been for men.