Behind a Broken Mask

August 22, 2011
By Anonymous

You look at me,
What do you see?
A pretty girl in pink,
Smiling brightly for a camera.
But a secret tear slips,
Behind a Broken Mask.
I look at me,
All I see,
A boy in black.
When he smiles in the mirror.
There's that feeling,
It has no name,
But it's like ecstasy.
If he could only be seen,
Behind a Broken Mask.
You take a second look,
To notice the fading scars,
Of an unhappy girl,
But a confident boy lies,
Behind a Broken Mask.

The author's comments:
I've been trying as hard as I can to get my parents to accept me. Since a few years ago I've been trying to push on SLOWLY my FTM transgender transfer. But my parents just don't get it, so I dumped my heart onto my paper, my pen in the ink, and my tears into a pillow and this came out. One day they will accept me. I hope...

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