Lolita000

`Blank pages Rain soaking paper from all edges Be it pen or pencil No man dared to write for ages Blank pages Left unwritten Left unwanted Left to dry and wrinkle from all edges Old and crumbled, they flew away The wind dispersing them one by one Now they are found every day Found and untouched by everyone Blank pages Her hand fell upon one She did the undone Writing between blank spaces

Fake Smiles Deceiving hearts Hear my words Read between lines Take a good look at me What is that you see? Deep into my eyes There she lies free Who is she? The monster within me

I feel like I’m lying every time I introduce myself using my birth name. I feel phony, weird, fake, like                                             I’m pretending, hiding behind a mask of flesh, bone, and gender versus sex. The gender on my birth certificate is a lie.                                            To be able to walk down the street and be addressed as “sir” at first glance is my dream come true.   I’m struggling with the man inside me,                                            someone whom is coming out stronger and stronger each day, wanting to alter things, make things matc

She cries a mournful cry but not for what is lost, for what she'll never have, a heart that's free of frost.

If I am a sin, I need not be pure. If I am so sick, I need not the cure. If I have fallen, I will never rise. If I need the truth, then fill me with lies. If I am a beast, I will not be tame. If I am different, I'll not be the same. If I should be silenced, I'll sing a great song. If I am not right, then let me be wrong.