Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier

Up On The Floor

Drowning, I always say

Beneath an ocean of pretty lies

That they put in my head

Weighing me down to the floor

Where carpet and blanket hold me tight

Describe the tone of blue for me

What do I look like from up there?

Distorted by waves

Maybe I look like a boy?

But that would be wrong.

A rose pink then?

Dresses and makeup

And my little cousin screaming

"I don't want you to be a boy"

I don't want to be either,

I just want to be me

Isn't a name enough?

Why assign me colour to wear

And a bathroom to lock me in.

Just mind your own business

And let me swim to the surface of this ocean

And see the sunrise my friends painted for me