Different Here

Today was weird,

But in a good way,

I told Wes I was gay,

He laughed and told me he had thought so,

Who else would wear so much gel,

If they had said that I would want to cry,

But this was Wes,

So I smiled,

He said he had heard me sing,

He said I was good,

I blushed,

No ever told me I was good before,

He said I should try out for the Warblers,

But isnt that a type of bird?

Warblers

Wes told me it wasnt a type of bird its a group,

A singing group,

I smiled and said maybe,

But inside I was singing,

Some one likes my voice,

Someone wants me to join their group,

Suddenly I dont feel as alone.

Ok?

I tried out.

I dont know what to say,

They said I was good,

But isnt good just another word for ok,

And isnt ok just another word,

For we dont want you in our group

Hide Away

Today I hide from the rest of them,

The Warblers,

I thought Id go unnoticed,

But as I passed the choir room,

I heard Wes say wheres Blaine?

In 

I tried to hide again today,

But Wes caught me,

He smiled and asked if I was ok,

I said I was fine,

Then he gave me the rehearsal times for the Warbles,

I stared at him,

He stared at me,

I asked him if I got in,

He rolled his eyes like it was obvious,

But it hadnt been to me