Will the world ever see
What lies within me
Or will my life remain a mystery
One minuet flowing
Then next hardening
What lies deep within
What do I consist of
Am I soft and kind
Or hard and cold
Do I fly with the wind
And flow with the sea
Or surge forward with burning flames
And hold my ground with the earth
Not even I know
What is hidden deep below
If what lies hidden were to physically manifest
Would I still be human
Or something else
Wold I see a boy or a girl
Would they be attractive
Or the most ugly thing you've seen
Would they be kind
Or cruel
Wold there be one
Or many
I have an idea
Of who I am underneath
A boy
Who's softer than most
Is kind an warm to touch
Who flows and protects those he loves
But can also be hard as stone
And show no remorse
Haunted by a black shadow
Biding him to do worse
But that is mearly a glimpse
Of the creature that lies within
I wonder if it will ever come out
So I can stop pretending to be something else

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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I write about being ftm trans* and other stuff. Some unfinished, others finished. A mix of the good and the bad