Noted Writings

Tag: secret

  • Just Living

    A friend told me he thought he was trans

    Had a name for his new self, Rachel

    I asked if he would tell his parents

    He said no, that’s not something they could handle

    At that point of my life

    I was maybe 19, still optimistic 

    I honestly thought my mom wouldn’t mind

    Being who you are is just living

    Turns out I was wrong

    Voting Trump should have shown that

    The many things said by my mom

    About those who’ve found themselves at last

    I rarely talk about anything important

    I don’t need to hear those comments

    “You’re born as you are, that’s it

    Gender isn’t something you can go fix”

    How can you be so accepting some ways

    But so rejecting in others?

    I’m bisexual, by the way

    To actually tell you, I’m afraid

    Mom, I just don’t get you

    Have you even thought it through?

    Love the same gender, okay

    Live the wrong gender, go away?

    That friend didn’t ever transition

    It was experimenting and learning

    I wonder if he had told his parents

    Would he have ended up hurting?

  • Battle Scars

    Inside my lies

    All I show is I’m fine

    They didn’t see them

    All the lines drawn in

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

    It’s not about them

    Or even their words

    It’s about me

    And how I’m not my perfect girl

    Skinny, pretty or fit

    This is all I feel helps it

    Battle scars

    Decorating my arms

    Words mean so little and so much

    I don’t believe the word love

    Happy has just become a lie

    And you’ve become fine with goodbye

    Battle scars 

    Have filled these arms

    The blade shines in invitation

    All it takes is one motion

    Red and flowing

    I can do this without you knowing

    Battle scars

    On more than just my arms

    Battle scars

    They decorate my arms

    A secret fight

    I never wanted in the light

  • Hush

    I post in secret

    Shedding the “good girl” they see

    On those days when I rock it

    Blocked my entire family

    Hush, hush, no one needs to know

    Hush, hush, this is what makes the show

    Innocent is a fun game to play

    When no one knows you’ve learned so much

    Naïve and gullible- she’s just that way

    Unfortunately they don’t see I’ve grown up

    Hush, hush, in circles we go

    Hush, hush, enjoy the show

    So maybe I’m just a little much

    Posting daily, not hiding much

    There will come a day I’ll probably stop

    Only because at consistency I suck

    Hush up, don’t show them now

    Hush up, the ratings are down

    Good girls never do bad

    Or so they want you to think

    But good girls are best at bad

    We’ve learned to hide many things

    Hush up, here’s the big moment

    Hush up, a choice- can she make it?

    The wildflower scene is done in a dead field

    She dances among nothing

    CGI is used to make it all look real

    The result is undeniable beauty 

    Hush, hush, this is where love would come in

    Hush, hush, if this was going to be the end

    The choice I made was for me

    A way to fall in love with me

    I’m showing off to many strangers

    But don’t worry- they only know I’m a she/her

    Hush, hush, the end is on the screen

    Hush, hush, A bow and the star leaves

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