I wake up and get dressed in the loosest clothes I can find. I look at myself in the mirror and I feel disappointed. I don't look like a boy. I frown feeling stuck. I know I'm not a girl. I'm a boy. Why doesn't anyone understand. Oh yea that's right because nobody understands me. I'm lost. I go swimming in these girly wierd bathing suits. I feel awkward but then I just forget about what I'm wearing and have some fun. I go back home and I stay in my room. A tear rolls down my cheek not able to be myself. I'm trapped. The next day we take a ride to a restaurant and I'm tired of faking who I am. "Your my favorite 13 year old daughter" my mom says. That word such unfamiliar word. It doesn't match. At all. I'm a guy. What does she not see about that.
