Your truth is brutal

I no longer wish to feel guilty, just for breathing

I’m a human check me out,

with love and feeling

your narrow mind means you don’t get to know me better

then you dream up my life

you should know better

I’m lost, confused and I’m dumbfounded

you got me booted suited, and blokey trousered

I need you now, to come along and show me the way

but you say Stop! Hey!

You’re not a girl

and so I’d better? tow the line, or end up death, huh?

I feel ugly already, my body image…. I feel restricted

You stole my thoughts and feelings, before I existed

Your acceptance of existence to me… is anathema

I need life, to live a little

You’d rather I die

Your truth is brutal

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