Identity

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You say you like boys and girls
Maybe I can be both
The days shift as the world turns
Masculine becomes feminine
Them the androgynous side leaks through
The cracks.
A crack, a chasm, a deep pit of never being sure
An impostor in a feminine body
It has it's perks when I'm subconsciously female
But stabs me from my gut when I'm not
What is one to do?
If they knew they would be outraged
I would be thrown to the wolves
with them as both the wolves that devour
And the moon that commands them so
Maybe I'll always be this way
Maybe it's a phase
No it isn't
Maybe it's the wolf in the back of my head saying that
I know what I am
Contrary to popular belief I'm aware of my own identity
They do not think so
Blood may run thicker than water but people forget that water is a part of our blood
Maybe it's for the better I don't reveal myself
Maybe it's better I lock myself away
Fuck maybes
I am like the river that runs through towns
I am liquid
Not a hardened block of ice
I've tried that before and it didn't exactly stock
But nothing does I suppose


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