That’s the question that has been on my mind,
Looking far and deep; I wonder if I know myself privately.
Adjectives words won’t mean anything to me,
As all of those beauty are insignificant personally.
Not good enough, not smart enough,
No wonder I feel so incomplete.
The feeling of not being able to achieve,
Has been boggling through my mind endlessly.
Good looks and masculinity is what the society sees,
But I am neither one of those so please help me.
Feminine and soft are what I have been called,
Along with other offensive names that I couldn’t bare to reveal at all.
Sexuality is another matter that they want to know,
If I am normal as what the religion foretold.
But who can believe when I tell them the truth,
They judge and spread lies for their own amuse.
I have been defined as crazy for countless times,
As I visit a mental institution to ease my mind.
It’s all in my head, is what I have been told,
But how could I go on living when I am not in control.
Society perceives as how they want to,
I cannot change their judgement as much as I could.
In actuality I have been affected by these,
Towards the views of myself, I wonder who I am really is.