Who am I?
Am I this girl that's confused?
No,
I don't know who that girl is.
but she's not me.
She makes me live everyday through a mask.
She walks, and talks, and hears my sound.
but the only time I'm allowed to speak,
is when no one's around.
She dresses in frilly, and lace, and pink,
while I sit inside my head,
and think.
I know I don't feel right,
Sharon isn't really my name.
It can't be.
It can't be that I'm not her.
Am I?
The minute I let those four letters
out of my mouth,
my true life was born,
my true self was released.
T.O.D.D.
Till death do we part
Over my dead body
Damn me if you want
Don't care what you think.
I know it's sounds different.
You might not understand,
but the thing i've come to realize,
is that I am a man.
Okay, here's my secret, do with it what you want.
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great!
thisisjust wonderful! im not pissed becaue of what you are, im pissedbecause u hurt them both of them, u fucked up.
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*oogle*
I can accept and it doesn't change anything. But, what do I tell others? Always and Forever I will Love you.....Todd.
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Aweome!
Great write, Todd.
I hope you feel liberated. You'll always be a friend to me no matter what you look like or how you feel. I loved Sharon like a Mother, and thought I lost a great Mom, I am sure I will gain an even better Dad
well Done,
-Dusty-
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thanks so much dustin. but now i have to tell some people that i lied to them. and hope they forgive me.
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nice write, feel better that you got it out?
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yeah actually. it's like this weight's been lifted off me. i'm still nervous about everyone else tho.
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yeah, hopfully they understand
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