.Boy.She's seated in the very back
Her face composed, her smile a crack
Her pencil moves across the page
Express her own inner rage.
She writes a tale of sorrow sweet
A girl who walks with inward feet
She keeps tears from leaking down
As her lips form a small frown.
The girl that she tells of with words
Loves the sun and sound of birds
But there's twist that ruins the joy
The girl she tells of, is a boy.
A boy who feels so very sad
A boy too lonely to be mad
A boy trapped in a crowded shell
A boy told that he's destined for hell.
She has to take a little break
To stop that familiar ache
That resides inside her heart
Of which is being torn apart.
Soon she's back to tell her tale
Of the girl who's really male
On her face is a sad grin
As she writes of the boy's win.
My whole life I've been trapped.
Unsure and uneasy
I couldn't understand
I felt so very wrong.
As I grew older i discovered so much.
I was stuck
Not in a place I hated
but in a body i did.
I can't stand being a girl
My whole life I had craved nothing more
nothing more then to be one of the guys.
I felt so wrong in a body of a girl
I was uneasy when I was supposed to act like a girl.
In a dress or such i felt wrong.
And I found out quickly I was bi as well.
My life changed over the years
As I slowly learned this.
I am scared yes.
But It feels right.
I am no longer the girl everyone says I need to be.
I am Sam.
The GUY I want to be