On the days
that
i feel like
someone else,
and on the days
that i know
I'm in the wrong body
and i should look like him or her,
and on the days
that I fight
with my own brain
over different stances
in the world,
will you still be my friend?
- please say yes
YOU ARE READING
Roses Have Thorns
PoetryAs a young child i was taught to look, but not touch see, but not feel, and think before i do and now that i am older i close my eyes and touch the s t a r s without t h i n k i n g - so did you
