ButterflyMature

A man's true self emerges...

(NOTE: this is NOT autobiographical!)

The words I need to say to

Are not those you want to hear.

They may be the cause of some upset

To you I’m afraid, my dear.

You see I’m not the person

You thought was, I confess

And now that the truth is out

You’re going to be in some distress.

I have lived a lie these many years

It’s been a burden and a curse.

Instead of getting better with time

It has only grown worse and worse.

I cannot deny what I feel anymore:

I cannot live this life of pretence.

I wish I could say something meaningful

That would make any difference.

The truth, though, is unavoidable

And as painful as it may be

It’s time to tell you the absolute truth

About the real, hidden me.

You see before you a successful man

Your partner in love, no less

You think I love you unreservedly

And that you bring me happiness.

That is true, to a certain extent

My dear, beloved wife.

What you don’t know, have never suspected,

Is my secret other life.

The life where I am the woman

That resides in my DNA

The woman that only emerges

When you are away.

I try on some of your clothing:

Your underwear, skirts and shoes.

I experiment with your cosmetics as well

Though I’m careful with how much I use.

I like to parade down the High Street

Dressed as my alter-ego, Claire.

I like it when passers-by look at me

And I love it when other men stare.

I feel so alive, so sexy

Dressed so provocatively

Now this is the way I want to live

This is how I was meant to be.

I’m sorry to drop this on you

You deserve better, that’s for sure

But I just cannot go on living

This uncomfortable lie anymore.

I am going to have the operation

That will free the woman in me

Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis

You will see the real me break free.

The End

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