A hidden feeling.
Try and stop me, I had screamed.
I wanted to fall to pieces.
So that the devil could pick me up.
I asked God to make me straight.
I begged him to make me something else.
Something I was most defiantly not.
Instead he open the door.
He handed me the worst possible card I could have asked for.
He let me stay a woman
He let me love woman
He changed me to think like a man
He made me love men
It started with a feeling.
A hidden fascination.
I had to stop it, I never screamed
I needed to find all the pieces.
So that the devil wouldn't lift me up
I forgot to ask god to keep me sane
I begged him to keep my mouth shut
But in the end, well I have given up
I let the beast run wild and free
And just be the person that they all hate me to be.


I love love love those last lines. The person that you are meant to be no matter what anyone else thinks is the person that you should be. A wonderful write as always Blair 


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