Perfection is expected in everything I make
I am not allowed a single mistake
I am not allowed to slip and fall
Or just sit in a corner and bawl
I am to understand
While executing the master plan
If I answer wrong
Then they will tell me I don't belong
I must stand proud
And find a way to lead the crowd
I must behave like a soldier
Growing ever bolder
I can't trip up now
After all I don't know how
So now I sit here wide awake
Learning how to cover up my mistakes
YOU ARE READING
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
