I’m not a son I dont care what you refer to me as As long as it isn't son I look in the mirror and see a stranger I look in the mirror and see someone I hate My useless bare chest Too short hair It weighs so heavy on my heart Its so stupid I know who I really am So why am I not her I see people on my tv Theyre cartoons Not real So why am i jealous Why do they say I don’t need to wear a shirt at the pool Why do they say I will have a deep voice Why do they say I’ll have a big beard I make ocs I make them who I want to be So I can have someone to pretend to be I don’t want to be tall I don’t wanna have a deep voice I don’t wanna have this sadness in my gut I don’t wanna be tall I don’t wanna have hair on my body I don’t want them to judge me They call me a nice young man I don’t wanna have a beard Or an adams apple I wanna have a better form I wanna grow my hair I hate it I am afraid to tell they might not accept who I am They say they love me until i’m not their little boy Its almost physically painful not looking right I get so happy when strangers call me a girl Until others correct them I’ve always doubted being a male I want dresses (and skirts) I hate the parasite in my pants I hate having to be “gentleman-like” THATS NOT WHO I AM Blue pink white pink blue I’m afraid to come out Even though they’ll support me Is this it? Blue pink white pink blue
Expect a remake soon (?)
