A prisoner trapped inside this skin
How to explain it, where to begin
You see it seems pretty simple to you
Slice into a cake, it’s pink or it’s blue
Dolls or cars, that’s all it means right
But it never seemed to fit, try as I might
Can’t express how much I hate showers
Simply choosing an outfit takes hours
Can’t even look at my body, my chest
“Don’t tell anyone, it’s for the best”
Wonder why I was made the wrong way
Will I grow out of it like they all say
Tell me to wait until I’m older to be sure
But this isn’t a phase, no quick cure
Maybe one day they’ll look back and remember
That I was always just born the wrong gender
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