Frowns and sighs as I pass by.
A disappointment once,
Twice? And now a third time.
Torn on what to wear,
A shirt and tie,
To be called a guy.
Cardigans and flowers,
And suddenly I'm a girl.
An oversized hoodie is my daily wear,
I impulsively cut and dye my hair.
I'm two on the inside,
Only one can survive with the resource that is I.
But I've split my self equally and now I can bearly hear myself think clearly.
Week after week I change my style.
I feel suffocated, like I'm going to die.
It's all black and white.
"It's out of spite,"
She can't pick a side.
And so, she falls into the great divide.
Who, what, when and why are you.
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Snippets: A Collection Of Creative Words
PoetryA collection of poems. Some personal while others are school assignments. This book may or may not contain mentions of: Self harm; Su*c*de; Hate (towards self); Hate (towards others); Mild to extreme swearing; LGBTQ+. Should these topics offend you...
