"Gracie."
"Adam."
"Gracie."
"Adam."
She says 'oops' every time she calls me Gracie.
She shutters every time she calls me Adam.
She likes to judge everything I do.
She likes to judge everything I say.
I believe that if she could have her way, she'd lock me up for no one to see.
Because mommy dearest can't have a reputation like that.
Oh no, she can't have those rumors flying.
I've seen her throw out some of my clothes, and sneak in some skirts and dresses.
I watch her while we're out shopping, when she pauses in the makeup section.
She keeps hoping and praying that I'll 'change my mind'.
Give up this charade.
She can't fully comprehend that I was just born this way.
She can't see me for who I am.
Can't see she has a son that loves her.
Instead she's deluded with a hopeless dream of a pretty daughter
Silly her, she'll waster her life by the wooden clock, counting down the second until I
Finally Change My Mind
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This isn't my favorite I've written about Adam. I like to make his stories really deep and sad and I don't think this one really went there. But anyway, please review! And if you're a fan of Degrassi please visit my blog at .com -and please follow! Much love, Yuuki
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