Each day, I dress the same way

The same dirty sweatshirt each day

Some tattered, baggy, hanging pants

Blending in to avoid the glance

Hair kinda combed but then again I am fourteen

Neat, messy, somewhere in between

Piercings in the right places

Even if it is not [art of the everyday glances

Not a bad ass, but nothing dainty about me

I blend, so I am not a person everyone can see

I can defend myself if I have to

Giving a piece of what I have been through

I used to care how I looked

Making sure the calendar was booked

Things in life make you change

As you grow up, feelings that are strange

Trusting the people you talk too

Gone with each screw

Things were easier when I was eleven

Friends and home were heaven

Everyone was just who they were

Not who they really were

Not making me ask, “Who am I?”

“Why did you take the rainbow from my sky?”

The who protect actually don’t

Those who will, won’t

No more touching at night

Eyes open, looking for flight

Nope, not anymore

Am I the drugged up house whore

A simple change here and there

Made her seem to not care

Funny how people just leave

When you change a sleeve

I do not even know if I miss

The poisoned kiss

So confused by it all

Why the new wall?

Why do I not bring her joy?

When I changed from a girl to a boy

March 27, 2010

© Andrew Scott – The People Poet