A man

"I can't pass for a lady
Or a perfect daughter
Or a perfect bride
Can it be I'm not meant to play this part
If I were truly to be myself
I would break my family heart"
Who is that person I see
Staring straight at me
Judging me for the life i lead
Crying for my sake as if they knew me
But who is this person staring at me
Like I owe them something
But I don't even know them
Why can't they go away
Please leave
I don't want you here
"But how should I leave when I am your reflection? You're me and I am you?
But why somebody else
Why not me?
And why cry
Is my life what you're reflecting?
I am i just locked up in the closet
With tight doors scared and afraid
To show my true colors?
But how long will this go on
I shall stand up
Wipe away my tears
And make a man out of myself
Because that's what I meant to be
A man

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