To you the clicks of my heels seem to holler for the attention of your bitter calls.

Once feeling beautiful and now I’m just appalled.

It was too short that’s why.

You say as I let out a cry

You tell me that if I dressed this way you wouldn’t have to jeer.

With fear, I lay my dress away to dress the way they say

Then, I hear you say “why does she dress the way she dresses what happened to her dresses?”

I hear them murmur these words as they look at me in dismay

Is. She. Okay?

To you the swishing of my laces seems to bellow out chaos

Once feeling comfortable and now I’m just at a lost

You say I look like a boy that’s why

as I explain that this is what I enjoy

That’s not who you should be, you should be you

just not the you, you wanna be.