The Life of Zigzag 🌈
She is Him And him is me Through that him I formally see The she that forgave, the him that paved A way for her and him to behave Expression leaves an impression Of self confession even onset depression Through child, through life, through life through child Suppression that was felt, more and more and rather mild Why do boundaries set ones personality? Why do traits have to have a closed gate? My masculinity, my femininity... It's an aesthetic and not my personality... These labels seem feeble But still as fine as a needle A needle that's sharp enough to pierce But so small and minuscule that losing it seems fierce Just be careful about how you label people Through labeling you set opinions and facts that will have a huge impact An impact on you, me.. an impact on who? Exactly.. we don't know; so it's best to keep our mouths shut because we really don't have a bloody clue Bare in mind that one day, those particular persons may even fucking surprise you. 💕' Love Ziggy
