Lost Identity
Lost Identity
El Christides
The world tells me
What I’m s’posed to be
Pretty
Delicate
Perfect
The world tells me
What they don’t want me to be
Strong
Independent
Different
All my life
I’ve been called “she”
But maybe I don’t want to be
Once in my life
I was called “he”
But maybe I don’t want to be
I’m not the same as them
I’m somewhere in between
I’m a “they” I’m a “them”
It’s not fake
Not a lie
But no matter what
They’ll always call me “she”
“She” stings my mind
An unwanted wasp infiltrating my psyche
They won’t listen
Like talking to a rock
Trying to engrave a title into a diamond plate
With only a toothpick
But I know who I am
I know I’m not a “she”
I never want to be
A Lost Identity.