He

He likes dresses

But 'isn't supposed to wear'

Thats what he assumes every time

He's got no one to share

his feminine interests and his love for the pink

Because he's strictly been told

 that guys shouldn't even think

Of teddy bears and candy floss

But he wants that red gloss

That looks at him from afar

Just like he does

Like a hungry child looking at food being served 

but....

But the twist we have is, the child is ill

So he can't even touch the food until 

Everyone goes far from sight 

Just like how he wears his identity at night