The mirror doesn show
Who deep down we know
It only shows the outside.
To become who we feel,
To little appeal,
We must spend hundres of thousands of dollars.
Our identity we hide
As a group we are pushed aside
We fight and fight, but we still have little rights.
People claim we are fiction
They say that its just a mental affliction,
but I assure you we are not sick.
We are braver than sharks
Our bite much weaker than our barks
We march in peace and harmony.
We wait for the day
When we can say
I'm finally who i am, and the work is finally done.