by Michael Lavallie
I put on my tie that I wear when I get Dressed.
It’s not a fancy one, just a regular tie I wear.
I’m hoping I don’t stick out too much, but at
The same time I hope I do. I’m hoping I don’t get
Recognized as what I really am, but for something
I hope for. All this hope is for something right?
In the end, there has to be a purpose for the
Things we do. Is It happiness? And if so,
Is that said happiness worth hurting others?
As humans we try our best to make the most
Out of life..that’s all we can do.
I look through my closet to find a Proper shirt.
I’d like it to be fancy, but would that be convincing?
The same goes for my pants. All these barriers to cross
With little idea of how to cross them. I sit on
The bed as I pull up my pants, the pants are tight
Almost like they’re trying to squeeze the old me out of them, but they fit.
Why do you even do this?? Is it for attention?
Or could it be for the sake of being unique and not being
A grey blob like all the rest. Is being unique worth
All the pain and suffering that society throws upon you
For not conforming to what is considered normal?
It’s not flat, it’s not flat, it’s not flat!!!
That’s what goes on in your head until your
Mind focuses on other flaws you have.
That Bulge That bulge, That bulge!!!
Endless screaming in your head that only
Quietness down when you realize that hey…
At least this isn’t a dress.
Leonardo Magazine 