A prisoner trapped inside this skin
How to explain it, where to begin

You see it seems pretty simple to you
Slice into a cake, it’s pink or it’s blue

Dolls or cars, that’s all it means right
But it never seemed to fit, try as I might

Can’t express how much I hate showers
Simply choosing an outfit takes hours

Can’t even look at my body, my chest
“Don’t tell anyone, it’s for the best”

Wonder why I was made the wrong way
Will I grow out of it like they all say

Tell me to wait until I’m older to be sure
But this isn’t a phase, no quick cure

Maybe one day they’ll look back and remember
That I was always just born the wrong gender