With one eye in the gutter,

and one on the goal,

I keep on shooting,

just trying to be whole.

trying to be normal,

just like them.

To be a good human being,

respected by men.

But it’s hard.

blinkered on that path,

forgetting to laugh,

forgetting to love.

forgetting the essence of all that I am.

I’m not them.

I’m not him and I’m not her.

I’m a lost little boy,

Trying to fake like a man.

Just like you.

But we’ll keep pushing along,

because that’s what men do.