Farcus

And what does it matter? Am I what I was supposed to be? Does the world look back clutching their stomachs? Adolescence rears a vile excuse- I want more than an excuse- A canvas of violating occurrences- Torn pieces form the picture- Living their dream while dying inside- Willfully, proudly, took the offered gender role-While acting unaffected, affected this soul-"status is but a costume- Your mask is wearing thin; I've long since cracked this shell- And I feel so much more inside- Mature this meta-physical into something meaningful keep this past -past what we see today- A handshake can't erase- Tears will not erase- Forgave but never forgotten.