Poem -

I Just Want To Be Me

I Just Want To Be Me

Unsure, my admiration, my attraction, the walk seems so long, so dreadful, my clothes I wear, the shoes on my feet, nothing, really matches

Nothing really matters, I look into a mirror, I do not see a man, I see a woman, I see my soul torn in two,  what is my real gender

Should I be glad, or should I be sad, my feelings have always been the same, numb, inside, trying to climb to the outside

Did I do something wrong, should I change my name, should I wear the lip stick, should I shadow my eyes, I am not afraid to be bullied

The confusion keeps growing, my body keeps shouting, and my mind, it is completely unclear, which way to walk, which way to talk

Should I smoke a cigarette, or maybe a cigar, should I drink a beer with my buddies, or should I have wine with my girl friends, where I fit in 

My life has been up and down, full of Olympic pleasures, metals, and trophies, yeah, for me, now what, who is going to cheer on my aches

And pain, of all my mistakes, well maybe I will just change, be who I really am, show the world, the truth, my true skin

Transition, in my own body, my own mind, my own time, my own money, my own sin, all my own, so let me live, I just want to be me

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Lorris Morris

All yours...You.....Thank you.....intresting read.

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