The Great Pretender
In a trans I sit alone,
Terrified to come out of my shell.
The pain rotates twenty-four, seven.
I stay focused as my muscles rebel.
I think positive, cheerful thoughts,
As I have for the past nine years.
I wake up and smile just to be alive,
Night falls, I sleep a trail of tears.
I greet others with a happy face,
My family, my friends, strangers as well.
For they need not know the tragedies
Of this invisible prison in which I dwell.
I still pray, but not for strength.
I still question, though recieve no clue.
I still hope, yet feel hopeless.
I still laugh, even when I'm blue.
My suffering will end by the grace of God,
My body turned to fiery cinder.
No more hiding the pain or tear drops...
The lone dream of the great pretender.
