The Boy is Broken

The boy is broken, like a window by a baseball.
The boy is broken, like a record constantly repeating itself.
The boy is broken.
The boy doesn't even want to be a boy anymore.
He walks with the confidence of a jock, but inside he is strutting like a model.
He talks like a dude, but he thinks like a chick.
His sneakers are Nike, but his heart is Louis Vuitton.
Heels to purses and lashes to nails
Inside he knows femininity never fails.
Outside he is broken, the scars mark his body like cracks on the pavement.
Like the clay from an old pot, he is broken, but he will tell people...
He's not.