I catch glimpses of him in mirrors
That strange boy
He's so shy, but he's so loving
Yet most treat him like a toy
He wanders the empty streets alone
No one can see him
He is there
But a chance at viewing him is slim
He puts on a dress,
Keeps his hair long
He hides who he is
Yet he knows he could belong
The fear he carries is unmatched
A sense of dread accompanies it
What if I'm wrong?
With those words, another fire is lit
If that one boy could see him,
He wouldn't be so afraid
He wouldn't hide his face
A new person would be made
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