Frustrated

By this stupid box

With it's stupid lock

And stupid key

They insist

Push and shove

Go in your box

Choose the one that fits you

But I see the label

And the words are clear

There are so many boxes

And many of them hold parts of me

Where should I go

Which box is best

Why this one or that one

When I'd rather not choose at all

I think I get it sometimes

They need a word they know

They need to say she's this or

She's that

They have to be able to explain

To know if they stand a chance

But sometimes I feel like this

And sometimes a little more like that

Do they really need an answer

They talk and occasionally I'll correct

I'm this today

Not that

Maybe one day they'll get it right

She's her they'll say

Because that's the only thing that's always true