I have a disguise to keep me hidden
And a mask so I go unnoticed
But every now and then I take them off
And run free as myself.
I get skirts and dresses
When all I want is trousers
I squirm with discomfort as a crawl into the skirts
I wriggle and fidget and can’t sit still
In these clothes that cling to me.
My life is based on lies
As they cannot see me.
They look at me and see another
I look in the mirror and see the same.
I know who I am but they do not.
They call me Sarah but that’s not me
My name is David...so why don’t they see?
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