Embracing me

Help me!

I trapped inside someone whom I’ll never be.

The phrases thrown at me feel like a dagger in the back.

Being hurt by those closest to me.

I know they don’t mean it.

After all, how could they know who I truly am without me letting them know?

But I’m just not ready to let it show.

Pretty in pink isn’t my aesthetic.

Being a pretty princess, is not what I want for me.

Feminine are out of my expertise.

I’m the kind of person who wants to be the prince.

I want to be the dashing hero who saves the day.

Masculine is how I am.

Truth is, I’ve known for as long as I can remember.

I knew this day would come.

I just hope that one day, you will call me son.

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