I hoped that I had finished
with this identity-crisis bullshit
Keeping me awake.
Now I find myself trapped
In a whirlwind of 'what ifs.'
What if I'm a boy
... Straight as an arrow,
yet still so queerly bent?
What is he is me, and I, him?
What if this body does not fit this mind?
All my insecurities and vulnerable feelings
Are returning.
My status as an undecided gender is my
Tattooed label
Which overwhelms all that read it
Including me.
Here I sit, surrounded by all the absolutes,
And I cannot help but feel out of place.
Where does an inbetween belong?
