lipstick stains

Heart's discords glance;

A sweet child of eight,

That played in his grandmother's underpants; And pillows full of lipstick stains, that dreamed to be a movie star once prayed to deities, Anxiety over childhood trauma; He believed he believed he'd star in musicals and dramedies, He was androgynous and messy, His oblong face grew to be perfectly oval, His crooked teeth were replaced by caps and braces, Now they are perfectly straight- the only thing about him that ever was; His perfectly trained eyebrows and manicured nails never led him to city of angels, He worked in a factory; and clocked in every night, prayed that someone would see him and give him a role; His denstiny was never met, and his story was untold. Who knows; if he could have been deceptive and led a great life, but to him it would be a certain torture. To be kept in secret and not play in woman's undergarments; that he does till this day. His pillows still have lipstick stains.