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I walk on the disastrously blurred line
Between
Boy and girl.
Swerving back and forth,
Like I do on a bicycle,
Switching in mere minutes.
Only certain people
In this place
Know.
I’m trying to be open.
I’m trying to let others see
“Hey! This is me!
I am both
And I am neither
And I am fluid
And I am like you….”
But I am fragile,
Like glass.
It’s just like she said,
Push it too hard one way,
And it shatters.
I don’t want to break;
I’m already half way there.
I just want to be
Myself.