The charming smile on one face

Is just a blemish on another

Alone in the universe

With myself as a brother

As an enemy, a friend,

A new means to an end

He is she as are we

And our wounds work to mend

 

Lost? Yes I am

And for that I find myself proud

Then I lose my sun in the mess

Of the wrong successful cloud

My flaw is seeing flaws

My strength may be the same

Big brother is little sister

Tugging five shirts to find my name

 

I have climbed countless mountains

Plummeting in the process

Into another wrong mask

And my mirror ends up faceless

I’ve found carrying these freedoms

Still leaves one bounded

The arrogant self-loathing

Of a man well rounded.