Nevermore do I want to hear,
That I can’t do something,
Because I’m a boy.
Nevermore do I want to hear,
That “This is a girls thing” or “only girls do this."
Nevermore do I want to be stared at,
For going into what they think is the wrong store,
Or for wearing things for the opposite gender.
Nevermore do I want to hide,
What I truly feel inside,
Nor do I want to conform to a certain role,
Because of what I have in my pants.
Nevermore will I ever,
Be just a boy, or just a girl,
Because I’m not.

A question, dear one, or shall I say a few? For I've been curious where things went askew. Or how, perhaps, would be the right question. Was it me or was it you? Or quite possibly a combination of both? For I was forced to look for answers inside my brain of why I was hidden in the shadows from your friends, or was I sadly mistaken? And what did the meaning of the word "mates" mean to you anyways? A friend whom who were closer too than all the others? Or perhaps a lover? Both? None of the above? I find myself plagued with curiosity to theses meaningless questions, in hopes, I can get the answers I desire.