Identity by quinter_lover87 In the quiet of my mind a whisper softly cries, She/her pronouns don't fit right,truth hidden in disguise. He/him feel less wrong, a semblance of a song, But still, a dissonance lingers, where I truly belong. Parents' eyes blink with love, yet may not comprehend, The turmoil in my heart, the battle without end. Yearning for acceptance, for a world that sees me clear, A soul adrift in shadows, seeking light to draw near. But no light found yet
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