Mush in my cacoon

My Mind’s a hot mess

Thoughts would never rest

Crying on the inside

I’ll hide in my cacoon for awhile

A golden child

A dysfunctional teenager

Rising above the chaos

Escaping into the forest

Screaming my chorus

The cords of my soul playing sounds of rage

Anger kept my mind in a cage

Unable to turn the page

Burning bridges

Always had a match in my pocket

Head in the clouds

I think I’ll light my rocket

Holding a broken locket

Few screws in my head loose

Do you have a socket?

I was the weed in the wildflowers

Gave up my power

Covered in mud

The muck in the cacoon

Mess in my mind

I had to sit with you for awhile

Heal my inner child

As he cried for attention

It didn’t matter what kind he was getting

The bad The Ugly The muddy The mucky

Will you just look at my hot mess

Maybe I’ll wear a dress

Put on a wig a flower in my hair

Yeah, I have a pair of balls

Why do you care?

My burdens aren’t for you to bare

My beauty isn’t for you to see

It’s within inside me

Maybe there’s something beautiful about the weed in the wildflowers.

The butterfly needs milkweed to mate

To reproduce To Evolve

To speard its wings and fly

I can be man and cry

I am feminine and divine

So I’ll wear that little black dress of mine

The looks that used to make me feel small

How give me strength

The bullies that called me gay

Internally were dark and gray

I’ll never be like the masses

I’ll watch as the entire system crashes and I’ll put on my fake lashes

Hoses and heels

Because your opinions won’t steal my individuality

Your looks and sidebar comments don’t hold any weight

I will walk my path in my sneakers or heels

Jeans or a Skirt

because I can be both

Feminine and Masculine

I want to stick out like a weed in the wildflowers because I’m both the weed and the Wildflower.

And that’s how I stand in my power.

The butterfly in the wildflowers and the milkweed not carrying if you are judging me.

I see the beauty in my mush

I see the wonder in my wild

I see I was just a child trying to fit into places I didn’t belong

I took the long route to get here and the trails and tribulations grew me into the Being that I became.

So take aim at my darkest hurts. You can’t harm me anymore .

Because now they aren’t my darkest truths

They are my shimmering glittery light that makes my butterfly wings glow transparent light!