today is just another day
but I’m feeling some sad kind of way
not sure quite why I try
when some days I want to die

sometimes there just is a rhyme or reason
against me my brain’s committing treason
but other days just don’t know why
I feel the burning need to cry

some days the bullies come to play
and it just ruins my whole day
cause my insecurities come out
and I dream of retaliating with a shout

later on I find the right retort
but in the moment, words fall short
some days they choose to attack
and all I do is turn my back

they break away my armor shiny
causing me to feel quite tiny
but it’s okay
because I’m moving away

the author wrote
about curtains of blue
now tell me what
it means to you

just ask your teacher
she’ll surely know
you can’t seem to reach her
just play the game, you know

analyze the poem
go ahead, just try
who is this author
you don’t know ‘im

the teacher will tell you
just what it means
type up the answer
our faces in screens

you can’t think for yourself
but she knows what the author’s thinking
and you feel your brain
quite quickly shrinking

if you try to analyze
this poem you’ll find
there’s nothing
to read between the lines

some kid just called me 'sir'
an accident, I'm sure
still it felt pretty good
made it a bigger deal than I should

what if someday
it could be meant a different way
what if one day I could pass
as a boy and not a lass

a distant dream that's for sure
but what if happiness I could procure
I know a way, I know how
my parents just won't allow

simply I have to wait
until the day I can be not straight
two years, I can wait that long
simply pretend that nothing's wrong

If most of the world were gay
Would it be okay
For me to be this way
Or would you still say
“No”

If most people were bi
Would that fly
Or would you cry
“Don’t even try”

If half the world was trans
Would you still place these bans
Or say you have different plans
for me and my lifespan

found out yesterday
exactly when I move away

the perfect opportunity
of immunity
to what people say
just get away

I could change me
create who I want to be
perfect chance
get new pants

different haircut
could work, but
just one thing
objection in the parental ring

I’m not allowed
to lift the shroud
over my identity
to reveal the real me

it’s not okay
to be gay
or bi,
don’t even try

you want to be a boy
be quiet don’t annoy
you’re not old enough
just confused it’s rough

you will learn to be
straight, just see
listen to what I say
hide it away

just a phase
I hate that phrase
don’t be a loon
it’ll be over soon

Walking down the long long hall
feeling really really small
Watching faces
from lonely places

Why just me
Why can’t I be
like all the rest
Why am I put to the test

Always separated
Not accepted
Why am I
just so affected

What about me
is just so wrong
Tell me please
Just wanna get along

Will I never find love
Tell me you,
you, up above,
Is it true?

Sitting there is your jacket
Soft and black- it
smells just like you

Soft and sweet
like sugar or spice
Can’t place what
Just smells nice

Makes me think
Blushing pink
of loving you
But you never knew

When you lent it to me
I couldn’t believe
Have this piece of you?
Too good to be true

When anger seethed
I just breathed
the scent of you
It calmed me too

I gave it back
Letting go reminded me
of what I lack:
Your love for me

Now I know
it can’t be so
I can’t have you
Now that is true