Everyone's born like an egg,
Unbroken, whole.
We spend our lives trying to break from the shell,
To free ourselves, to become us.

Some peoples shells are pink,
And they come out that way,
And others come out blue or purple or...
empty, colourless, neither pink or blue,
or grey or any hue.

That's me...I left my safe little shell,
I left my pink home,
Expecting to stay me, and I became beutiful,
Colourless and colourful,
A kalaedoscope of beauty and pain and sadness,
and love.

What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial.
I lay curled up feeling queasy.

Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?

But as I gaze into your eyes
Those soft, warm orbs bring light,
A fresh breath. I realise.

I shall conform no more
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.

Dead is the binary
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.

Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in.
Allow myself to drown

In your norms
Your dead ways.
This strange form

Will never fit in,
I quickly realise
No matter the colour of skin.

Yet I gaze in the mirror,
I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.