Yep

Walking around unsure of myself
Helpful is not what I’d call
Everyone else
They tell me 
“Girls? Guys?” 
“PICK A SIDE” 
but how can I,
That’s not how it works
You think my sexuality is hard on you, 
That’s why only a few 
People knew
Religious friends, and homophobic slurs
What have I done to make this worse?
But among the ones I trust to tell,
None have said that
I am going to hell
There are a few who will 
Never know, I can’t tell them
For fear of being alone
But to the select group,
I want you to know 
I refuse to “choose” between
Guys and girls
I wanted to say to everyone near
I’m bi, and I’m proud to be queer