like a little boy, i love

i'm really 15

no one knows

and I know no one will believe me

but

i pretend

i walk the walk

and look the part

but it's a farce

i hide in this manly form

peeking through the eyes

i hang about

and let him move --

this gargantuan host of lies

i'm not a man

it is true

'cause inside

yes,

here I am

just 15

dancing with butterflies in my tummy all the time