Man in a body of a lady

        

         I met a man who lives in a body of a lady. As I look at him she is covered by her. He want to go beyond that lady, he want to do things over that lady. But he can't, because he's a prisoner there not only a lifetime but a forever. He has many confusions, he use to question questions and question answers but he can't answer his own questions. No one knows that he's a man and no one see that he's a man. Maybe because he minds the idiocracy of people. The sharp sword of words by people kills him inside. From that, his fears grows as high as katana. I feel sad for him because behind his laughs theres a lady whose confuse, behind his beautiful eyes theres a lady that full of fears and behind his smile theres a pain that is being suffered by a lady. But I salute the lady for her fortitude because she exist to cover up the man. She live in a world of pain that make her departed but she's not dead nor not alive. She's not living, she's just trying to survive in a world were she does not exist.

        I just hope someday he came to a point that he don't need to hide the real him and tell the world that he exist without considering the judgement of people. Because from that he'll find his happiness and because of that it will set him free from the body of the lady. As of now, as I stare at him. I just want to hug him to tell him that it's going to be fine but I can't because the mirror was too big.