My Face Becomes A Picasso

It Happened. There Is No Avoiding It, No Forgetting. No Running Away, Or Flying, Or Burying, Or Hiding.

It's Easier To Floss With Barbed Wire Than Admit You Like Someone In Middle School.

I Smile And Play Pretend Through The Morning Show In The Kitchen.

Everybody Told Me To Be A Man. Nobody Told Me How.

It Was Like Looking At A Knot, Knowing It Was A Knot, But Not Knowing How To Untie It. I Had No Map For This Life.