Theres nothing more I loath,
Then the way I look in these clothes.
I imagine that if you could see,
What I really think of me,
Then maybe you'd believe
People aren't who they present to be.
There's nothing more I hate,
Then this dress's heavy weight.
Just because its thin,
Doesn't mean that it's without burden.
There's nothing more I can't stand,
Then looking into this mirror
As I touch it with a shakey hand,
Watching the tears roll down my cheeks...
I cry,
"Why couldn't I be born a man?"
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoesíaA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
