blasting music through the wall
feeling very alone and small
what would she think if i told her that i
am both a dainty girl and a manly guy?
would she turn me away? i doubt she would
she'd try to understand as best as she could
but mother would be so confused and sad
the biggest fear she's ever had
the closet is closed, it's dark and cruel
my twin personalities ran out of fuel
i can't come out, for the jaws will close
tauntings, don't need any more of those
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
