In striking heat I run, After my brothers, Wounding my elbows badly, And they weren't even sorry. They laughed at me like I was prey,
And they were the crows on my field, Eating away, Wasting all that I have done for me. They pulled me by the collar,
And they smirked at my face,
Teeth all crooked, Smelling of onions and mold.
What an ugly smile, And ugly smile that fits the world perfectly, My mother adored them, My father pampered them.
They hung me up like I was a doll, As tears streamed down my face, And fell to the dust woven floor, And no one cared.
They gripped tighter, Chocking me with their brawdy hands, Their wide shoulder open wide, As if yo indicate wings that have fallen off.
It's hurts, It hurts, But they didn't care, The pain filled my head, And I cannot breath.
Then they tossed me aside, The a used old toy, As they laughed to themselves, About how pathetic I am.
I stood, Staggering on my two feet, Catching for air but I can't breath, In this ever so unlucky world.
The beautiful child, Of Edward and Hannah, The one with the perfect smile, Deserves to die.
"It's a world unfit for him, " they said, As they looked upon him, upon me, With my beautiful blue eyes, My porcelain skin and my heart shaped lips.
They sneered at me, As they slapped my cheeks bloody, Too perfect for this world, And so that's why butterflies die so early.
Fluttering my wings, Across the meadow, Infront of our aged cot, Which my father never worked to repair.
In my ragged clothes, Too lose for my body, But the space left in the world, Is too tight to fit me.
I can't breath, All the smokes are inside me, And now I'm down on my knees, My brothers left me to bleed.
But I held on tightly, I stood up on my own too feet, I didn't care that the world is poisoning me, I didn't care about the blood dripping from my body.
Last night, I took all mom's make up, Painting my lips red, Curling my lashes.
I thought I had looked pretty, I tired on mom's dress, And twirled around till I'm complete, A princess I am now to be.
Walking down the streets, In my skirt and high heels, People looked at me with desain, For I am a boy that wore color on his face.
But I looked forward, Never caring what they thought, Of how I am or what I am, Because they're not one to judge me.
Mom awaited my arrival, A furious look on her face, She saw me in her clothing, And she whacked me with her purple parasol.
She took the clothing, And left me naked and shivering, Eyeliner streaked my face, On the floor as I cried myself to sleep.
No one ever listens, To my begs and pardons, To my frivolous apologies, For I am invisible to everyone.
The next Thursday, I cleaned off the make up, And told myself that I was a man, Even if my heart told me otherwise.
I took dad's clothing, I wore his suit and his Lacoste shoes, Fixing my tie, As I walked down the road.
All the people, With smiles on their faces, And girls who fawned over me, Wasn't what I want, I realized.
My father received the news, Of a man that was in proper clothing, He was the charm, And little did he know that the man was me.
He told me about how he wished I was that man, That I was the man that charmed everyone, And he had hit me with his belt, A thousand times.
He laughed at my screams, And he yelled at me for wearing his clothing, On why I can't be a perfect son, And then I was left to bleed all over again.
I decided, That I can't take any of it anymore, I wrote a note of goodbye, To my family that never cared at all.
I held on to the blade and pointed it at my heart, Tears rolling down my cheeks as I feel blood flow, Through the hands I was holding the knife with, And I couldn't breath.
I dropped the knife down, Shaking and shivering, At the coldness of it all, And at how it had made me to be.
All the wounds on my body, Left scars that said nothing, Taped mouths and muffling sounds, No one knows what goes on inside my house.
I feel dizzy, I feel worn, I feel dead, And yet none could see me but one.
He cradled me onto his lap, And he never made me bleed, I was happy I met him, In this world of black and blood.
He hugged me tightly, He sung me a soft quiet lullaby, In the meadow in front of our old cot, And he didn't care if anyone asked why.
He stroked my hair, And placed me to sleep, Placed kisses all over to my shoulder, All memories that I'd never forget.
He told me how important I am, And told me that everyone was wrong, He was the diamond, In the world full of glass shards.
He never made me cry, He caught my demons by my side, And he said it was okay, Don't ask why.
And now I wear this pretty dress, As I dance onwards, To my happy ending, To a new beginning.
He stood by the door, Smiling, As he watched me tell my stories, To other people who never listened before.
And now my story is written, About how there's light in the dark, How a prince can love a princess made monster, A person that's me.
So, my dear family, I bid you goodbye, For I am no longer the boy, Who you used to see cry.
Now I will never bleed, As we dance to the perfect melody, I might not have had my Christmas, But tonight is my Fourth of July.
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