People look at me;
Call me him and he;
Call me man and sir;
And that kills me for sure.
Wish I wasn't so weak;
Wish my eyes wouldn't leak;
Whenever someone calls me a guy;
Whenever my dysphoria rises so high.
Why am I trans? I didn't choose this;
Why can't I be normal; I wanna be cis;
Being a guy or a girl, it matters not;
All I want is to be in the binary, the one we've been taught.
For now I'll just smile, and alone I'll cry;
And secretly wish that someday soon I'd die;
'Cause I know I'm cursed; I'll never find joy.
'Cause I'm fated to be a girl who passes as a boy.