Behind the curtain,

under the bed,

harrassed and rejected;

I'm already dead.

 

I'm not confused,

I know who I am.

And on the inside,

I am a man.

 

I see it in my hands,

I feel it when I walk.

I feel it in my bones,

I hear it when I talk.

 

Physically female,

I am forced to hide

who I really am,

and so I lie.

 

It kills me to live

as a teenage girl;

I want nothing more

than to be male in this world.

 

The thoughts entrap

my mind and my soul.

Every smile, every laugh 

starts to take its toll.

 

I live in a fog, behind a curtain,

a mask;

and long for the day when I'll be

free at last.