There is a boy in my closet The boy is friendly but stays hidden When I look in the mirror there he is I became jealous of who he is He says he wants to come out I decided to ignore it But the curiosity grew bit by bit Until I could barely stand it "CUT YOUR HAIR" But when I went downstairs my unapproving mother stood there The boy wasn’t at ease with what our plan began to be Because in reality, the boy was really me But all people can see is she That part wasn’t cut out for me I don’t understand the big deal if I'm a he