A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems

Blind

A generation labelled reckless,
Only reckless to ourselves,
Treated like we're selfish,
Another book upon a shelf,
We care about each other like we care about ourselves,
Because who could care about someone like us?

We smiled and laughed,
Staring into the sun,
Only to go blind,
But enough was enough,
I don't want to see anyone,
Because we people are all ugly,
Until someone came along,
And said that they loved me.

I am still blind,
Blind to the beauty,
That lies in our heart,
For all of eternity,
People are cruel,
And that's all we tend to notice,
No one is sure yet,
How to go about this,
These problems we have,
These rules that we pass,
Lay down the lines,
Just to seem masked.

We are all deaf,
Deaf to the screams,
And the cries,
And the truth,
Hidden in our teeth,
Reading between the lines,
Isn't as easy as it seems,
For a such blind man like me.