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, confused and I’m dumbfounded
You’d have 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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