Tell myself keep my little mouth shut,
As they open their mouths and introduce me for me,
As they tell me they want me with long hair,
"Are you growing it out?"
Don't they know,
I just guess I'm not who I seem,
And for some reason, I lock myself up,
And let them go on,
In their little charade,
And I keep on pretending,
That I'm okay,
And I'm who I seem,
And yet every time they turn away their eyes,
And turn a blind cheek,
I turn my eyes down,
And cry,
Because out of all the current preach,
Everyone, I once thought I could trust,
Still, it seems,
They want a girl,
And all I ever wanted was something else.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ