The mirror looks back at me
I can paint my face
I can change my clothes
But the person looking back
Is not what i want to see
A lash here and there
A bit of rouge
Fake tan and heels
I do what i can but people see me as queer
Not able to accept myself
I dress to escape
I dress to fit in
A girl in stealth
my home is my hide
The internet friends
The pictures and blog
I have tried.
The mirror mocks me
The pictures lie
The heels hurt
What will come of me.
A loving wife
Who holds me
Keeps me warm
A friend who injects me with life
I turn the mirror to face the wall
Look inside myself
This is what i am
I will walk tall.
The bobbysox blog 
You have a lovely way to paint with words..
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Thank you Abigale 🙂
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