I wonder why I’m free, but I still see a wall. It’s funny how I miss everyone but I still don’t call. I know all the words, but don’t know how to say them. Sometimes I’m masculine and other times I’m femme. I wonder why I can’t see my face in my dreams, And I wake up trying to figure out what it means. We wanna be unique, but it’s safer to blend. I guess none of it matters in the very end. -Frank ❤️