In Visibility

I ask myself
If I am lie
Pretending
Not be boy
If I am strange?
I don't deny
It's strange
To be doll toy
I often ask
Myself
If I
want be
Like them at all
And every time
Without thrust
I answer
Not like girl...
So all it is
A sense of tights
That make you
Much excite?
And warmth
And pleasure
Even lust...?
You ll name
Them all...
You might...
Am I just hiding
From my past
From Love
I never met?
I just not felt
At all
"your must"
Makes happy
At the end...
Am I afraid
To meet divorce?
Not really
All'd past...
So please explain
Why you are girl
When born another cast...?
Do you avoiding
World of men
Nor fitting
Nor in peace
And live on border
Of your ends
In tights
To feel like
Miss...?
I do not know
It is trill
To dress and go
Through...
Through
World
Unnoticed
At all
No matter ever
Boy or girl...