They say you should be yourself
And not follow the crowd.
They say only the brave
Can wear the crown.
But its hard to be brave
When its difficult to breathe.
It's not easy to be me
When everyone leaves.
What if I don't want to be different?
What if I want to be her?
What if I can't stand the staring?
What if I can't look in the mirror?
Sometimes my creativity
Makes me feel so great.
Makes me feel strong and beautiful enough
To reach above the hate.
Then sometimes I hate myself for it.
I feel repulsive and weak.
Why can't their eyes pass by me,
When they see me on the street?
The body modifications
I wear to make this vessel me,
I love them as I hate them,
As they love and hate me.
I want to be a wall flower
To hide and fade away.
I can't stand the stares and whispers
That I face every day.
One in every hundred
Will appreciate my soul
Those ninety nine judge harshly
My pain and tears they're goal.
But I can't wear what they wear.
I can't remove the ink.
I can't lose what I have built in me,
Because what would people think?