There's an alternate dimension in my bathroom It looks so normal that you'd think it's not true. A girl lives in the mirror and she's me, I can feel it But she's from an alternate dimension. When I raise my hand, she raises hers too. When I look at her, she says 'I'm you.' She's wearing my clothes, but that's not my face, It's an alternate dimension. There's an alternate dimension in my bedroom It looks so normal that you'd think it's not true. The clothes in the closet don't fit like they should It's an alternate dimension. The shirt's not right, there must be pads there. The pants aren't right, or else I'd be square. These clothes should be mine, but they feel so wrong, It's an alternate dimension. There's an alternate dimension outside my room, It looks so normal that you'd think it's not true A million people call me by the wrong name It's an alternate dimension. I'm living in an alternate dimension, I have to be. 'Cause if the world's not wrong, then it must be me. There must be something I can turn around, And I can leave an alternate dimension. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary: The unnamed narrator who is once again totally not me talks about how they feel like they're in an alternate dimension. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspiration: Ever since I was little, I've never looked like myself in mirrors. I used to think I wasn't being goofy enough, but even if I pulled silly faces, I wouldn't look right. Now that I'm older, I think it's probably because of my transness. Generally, I don't get dysphoric as much as I feel separated from myself, if that makes any sense, and that's what I wrote about here.
dream.ai for the thumb again this one's iffy but whatever
