Growing up in a whirl
Not sure if I’m boy or girl
Playing with *****, bikes and bats
Doing what is expected by my Mum and Dad
Waiting for the day I can make them proud
Make the change, grow my wings and fly
Change my appearance, set myself free
Live a new life, just being me.

From an early age, being picked on daily by other boys
Pulling my hair, kicking, taking my toys
Calling me names, designed to hurt
Spiting in my face, spraying hateful name tags on my shirt
Fighting with my parents, begging them to set me free
Let me live my life, let me be me

People judge who they see, without getting to know the real me
I don’t fit the normal mode
I don’t act as I am told
Some people consider me brave and bold
Others consider me outside the mould

Here I sit, fifteen years old
Waiting for the seasons to change from warm to cold
Slashing my wrists, marking my arms, using a knife to self-harm
Waiting for Winter to become Spring
Waiting for a new age to begin, a life of choices, a life fulfilling
Only then will I be free to spread my wings and fly
Transforming from caterpillar to a living breathing, happy, Butterfly