Holes torn in the fabric of the being
Not male
Nor female.
A person adjusts
Tries to cover up
With what is left over.
Then life makes more holes
Rips more away
Leaving them clinging
To hardly nothing
But a tattered piece of cloth
People can hardly see.
Some protect their fabric
With everything they have;
Not ever showing it to anyone
But pretending
With something else.
Pulling out this fake cloth
Waving it around
Like it’s real.
Some take no chances
Some risk everything
None of it is a contest
The one with the no holes
Is the one who didn’t really
Live life.
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insert Blake Shelton voice ~ damn, this is as good as it gets