I put it on paper....and felt better afterwards.

So one of the English teachers at my school bullied me into taking this national English Olympiad that took place a few days ago. Even though I was initially reluctant (due to the fact that my English isn't that good) I capitulated. However, it wasn't a normal language and grammar test as I had fervently hoped, but an essay-writing one. So there I was, sitting in a classroom with 5 others who probably possessed twice the intellectual and creative capabilities than mine, plumbing the murky depths of my creative juices in search of something that was worth writing about. My Section A answer was a total balls-up. However, I must say I am rather proud of my Section B one.

Now, I'm over the whole shocking ''I'm gay!" revelation, but the problem I'm facing now is reconcilliating my sexuality and my Christianity. Also, I am in anguish due to the fact that I"m in love with this guy in my grade, but my religion probably condemns me to a single, celibate life. In Section B, I chose the topic which instructed me to write two poems about young and mature love respectively.
I had such a desire to express my anger, sadness and repression that I went for it. Also, the fact that the question paper instructed the participants not to write their names (creativity through anonymity if you will) was a good, bonus add on.

So here's what I wrote (be nice, please):

VALENTINE'S CARD
By entrant no. 5

Ah how this chained boy weeps!
Bound by the strings of bigoted religiosity
That you and your total obliviosity towards me
Should hang yourself up high on the Tree of Knowledge

I idolise you
You're lauded by Grecian poets
Your hair of artisan charcoal
Your body speaks in Apollo's accent.

Yet one sweet day
You threw away Religion's key
And picked my stony heart's lock
It made another space for you, my earthly saviour.

Yes, how fondly I recall that day when
Surrounded by blue and yellow uniforms
Through a simple an unassuming gesture, you drew my shoulder closer to yours.
Our presences bonded; your skin was warm.

We could be...
We could be revolutionaries of love.

But alas, this poor boy walks a path
A path better walked alone
Bordered by the twilight of a conditional God's rules
You're on the sidewalk.

For eternity I'll be your Paris
And you'll be my blind Helen
You'll never see me fade into the fog
As you stand comfortably on your shore.

But please bear in mind that I'll forever be
Your Forbidden Admirer



When I put my pen down, I felt as if an immediate burden was lifted from my shoulders. I didn't get as depressed as often in the days following

Has anybody here ever done something similar? Just get rid of all this emotional baggage maybe in a journal or something?