squirming

within my own foreign

erupting and awkward skin

yearning

to be seen

but as another

or better

as myself

(silently)

this time could I be loved?

disheveling

my guise

on the inside

bleeding out

the shifting gaze

the quick tics

distracting haze

me from me

you from me,

I might be

a gazelle

a hawk

a stallion

of my dreams

a champion

I hope I live

to tell

This is for the wonderful students I volunteer to tutor in writing, and all adolescents.  Shine on….