Hiding behind the walls I made,
I'm not like everyone else,
I hope this thing will just fade.
As I get older it only gets worse,
My momma calls me a princess,
And sometimes it makes me want to curse.
I look in the mirror,
And sometimes I can only stare back in horror.
I have extra parts and missing parts,
My hair is too girly,
My clothes hug the wrong parts.
I just want to scream,
And I don't want to be here.
I wish no one to be near.
But other times I look,
And I can't help but smile,
This has all been worth while.
I look at the wall I built,
And my whole body fills with guilt.
The face I plaster on is not always me
How could I let this be.
Slowly I will take it down
And live my life.
I will be a girl or a boy,
Or both or neither
If that's that day.
Not great at writing poetry. I would love for criticism so I can get better. This is about me being genderfluid and how it is for me. This may not be how another genderfluid might be.
