• There is a part of me
    That feels I am different from everyone else.
    Something that I can't quite see,
    Something that I can't quite feel,
    Something so unreal.
    But this 'thing' is always there,
    This 'thing' with others, I will never share.
    So I push it to the back of my mind,
    All the thoughts of boys and clothes
    And make-up, it is hiding behind.
    Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,
    It comes back with such ferocity,
    Angry and unforgiving.
    I feel so lost and sad,
    Whatever caused this feeling
    Must have been so horrible and bad.
    A lost memory or something else,
    I'll never know,
    Whatever it is,
    I know for sure,
    I can never let this feeling show.