This is a poem I wrote. Ignore the periods, those are just for formatting.

Mom

People look at me
..From the outside
Some of the things they see
..Aren't really me
No one truely knows
..What I really am
What's happening as I grow
..Is a secret to all but me
But sometimes I'm not sure
..If even I know
But then I talk to her
..And I know

Someone knows