All my life I've been a girl,
That dress of mine doing a twirl.
Pink bows, frilly dresses.
''You'll marry a prince and be Queen,'' They say.
''now go on and play.''
But I've hated it.
I've wanted to be a boy but I'd seem like a dyke to others.
I've wanted to be a boy but I'd get picked last in dodgeball.
I've wanted to be a boy but spitballs would be spat around at me like a battle has commenced.
I've wanted to be a boy, but I must live with the fact I will never be good enough to be a man.
Yet even then, I still stand tall, above the odds.
Yes I am a boy, but that little girl inside of me is there.
That little Zoe in me.
I may be Zach now,
But that Zoe will still be yet a chapter of life.
Which ended 3 years ago.
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Poems I create
PoetrySome of these poems will contain •suicide topics •sensitive topics (r4p3, S/A, S/H, and more) •mentions of mental abuse please proceed with caution (the art of the cover isn't mine, I got it from pinterest.)
