Identity Crisis

I may not be an angel

I may have no recognition

I may have point of view

Maybe I'm a Freedom Fighter

In the revolution of love

I may be oh so evil

I may keep a personal journal

I may have my fantasies

And to you I'm the perfect gentleman

A real man with a vision

I maybe a failure as a man 

With an Identity Crisis

I am the epitome of Rock Vanity

The poster boy for gay boys

And the star hidden for reasons 

Unknown to humanity

I shared what it's like for a gay boy

Now I'm an old man with the sugar

The bird has flown 

That was my hummingbird

I shared what it's like to worship God

And overcome suicide attempts

My mental illness

I tried to de-stigmatize so many things

And make statements

That only I could make

I'm in an Identity Crisis

Am I am man or little girl

Did I mention I play with apps and filters

I paint, I draw, I sing, I dance, 

I take too many selfies with strange hats and pearls

I'm in an Identity Crisis

You want what's in my pants

I'm in an Identity Crisis

This is for lovely fans