At my bed
Asleep
Bleeding to my feet
Before I spoke I looked into my reflection
In my eyes I see no recollection
Who am I
Will I be loved
Could I possibly believe they’ll never leave
Craving the soft gentle kiss
Something I could never give
I crave an understanding of who I am
What I am
Without explanation
Without expectations
I fear I am too much for femininity
Although I seem to enjoy being a feminist
Always said it was just a dream
To be loved without comparison
To be seen without looking the other way
To be accepted with questions
To be curious of what I have yet to discover
Until then i’m lost