Today I am in a dress.
Makeup too.
I do it so no one suspects.
That I am anything else.
But a female.
I'm at my grandmas wedding.
Here comes the bride.
Not dressed in white.
She is beautiful in that dress.
They all say I will grow into a beautiful young women some day.
Just like she did.
I don't want too.
Or maybe I do.
My mind is so messed up.
I don't know what I want anymore.
I can't make a clear decision.
My mother thinks I have BPD.
My friends think I'm bipolar.
My dad thinks I'm crazy.
But I just want to be me.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
Non-FictionThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
