Will this blemish be what creates me and can I be me without it 

As I go about my day, will my decision to wear a dress or trousers define my outcomes 

With all the reactions and responses which ones will remain the same 

As I look in the mirror  

I see another looking back at me  

Wondering who I am 

Am I all the different parts of everyone else 

Can you truly see Me! 

I am so many different ideas of selection 

I am only that of the perception of the other 

Incapable of accepting me as anything else 

The interpretation of standards  

Incorporated and represented 

By the justification of one’s own belief 

As I stand firm against the grain that is embedded in my face 

Will these cracks define me 

Can I breathe through all the expectations laid before me 

A pathway full of mirrors 

Am I able to see within all these reflections 

Exposing me to the elements 

Will the cream from Boots superstore really do it?? 

As I slap it on, trying to soften my experience  

I think to myself 

What The Fuck 

 

Shift