Poems from desimarie12

The Things I Hide
The things I hide From curious eyes. Oh, how they wish to see; But I can not show you the real me.   I’m scarred, And broken, And long...
Prisoner in my own body
Help! I’m trapped.   I’m being held inside myself, I get asked… Are you a boy? Are you a girl? What are you? Why do you dress like that?...