Coming Out

I gather myself feeling quite smug . Preparing all of me, still on the shelf, for my coming out. I thought of the doodle bug. Come out, come out I used to say. Come out, your house is on fire, as I stirred the stick a certain way. Yesterday -- many ! Oh, that life were still so simple. Why can I not choose? Why my nameless, faceless, alter ego demands to refuse I will never understand. Will I be someone else? Will I be a happier me. I don’t think so, but, we shall see. Tomorrow -- soon!