Cracks
Splaying across a small china doll
So fragile
And dropped to many times
Flawless pale skin
Perfectly painted lips
She was made to be perfect
Expected to be
But when they placed her mind and heart inside
She came with a surprise
She was far from perfect
And wanted to be anything but a doll
She was a he
And not something to placed on a tall dresser and gazed at all day
But an action figure for kids to play
He met resistance
Cracks began to form
His outside was not built to withstand his heart and head
So he cracked instead
Called a china doll by my dad
A smart girl by my mother
Cracks began to form
A brother who did art
Music
Skated
And showed me his toy cars
Disappeared into a house that wasn't his
And now smokes and skates and strums his day away
Crack
A sister I once sought to protect
Now hiding behind the masks I once used
Crack
Friends from a school in the past
Who backstabed me every day
Told to move on and forget
Even when they came back
To haunt present day
Crack
A childhood friend
Always looked up to
Now slowly drifting away
Due to his busy schedule
And my own incompetence
Crack
Pressure from school
Slowly pushing down
Until...
Crack
New friends to prop me up
Hold me and love me
Help to rebuild
But when they leave...
CRACK!
I'm to broken to be put back

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