I am a lie.
I did not mean to be something that I internally despise
But I, I can't help it.
You believe that we are as we are born and assigned to either blue or pink.
For me, it isn't as easy as you think
Because I never saw the color pink.
Maybe I'm colorblind, but baby I hate to say it, what you see is not as simple as "girl"
That word to you discribes me in your eyes and in my mirror, but not my heart
and this is the hardest part.
Because I'm not your girl
I'm a trapped boy trying to find what little peace he can in his short hair
All the while
Making you smile
As the lie you think I am.