breaking-the-molds

Transgender I always thought strange. What is in a pronoun change? Don't understand what gender means. Just a label it would seem. Sealing yourself in a different box, Boarded up, covered in locks. Why can't we just break free? Won't anyone join in with me? No longer define by a gender. No meaning behind him or her. These labels won't get you far. Everyone should be who they are.

When I hear voices am I insane? My sanity I just feign? I have plenty of friends. I follow some of the trends. I make a nice amount of pay. I try to do as you say. I do everything just right, But still I have this fight. Psychotic's what I am. My mind just seems damned. You don't know what it means. Crazy is all you have seen. This is what I must share: Remember that we're there. Going through normal life. You'll never know our strife. We act just like the rest. Showing only our best. If you could see what I see. Crazy just isn't me.

It is a long way to fall When hurdling toward cruel damnation Yet Lucifer's eyes, do not burden me the same Ever since i came to Arising, to my once sheltered truth Draped in the honesty, i once shied away from In search of those, fated just the same Ever since That fateful, frigid night Drawn in with a moonlit sliver Screeching from my shadowed ceiling Where i dissolved, Swiftly and steadily Adrift in my fantasies At peace with my renewed self Everything i once longed to be Soon wanes, as i awake to my static realizing Rummaging was second nature Sifting through my troubled deceit My horrid blood letting As i cast my falsehoods aside