Girl

Miserable is the person in the mirror/ Because she knows she not a she / Tears flow down my face/ When countless people misgender me / The’ve traced scars on my heart in pink pen/ And now im struggling to wash it all away They stitched words to my skin with a pink thread/ Bought me dresses that don’t belong on me/ Im burnning in fire of the words/ Still they haven’t learned/ Im screaming though my voice/ just dissolves in a gust of wind/ Im waiting for the day in which / And counting off the days/ Dancing with my body and my soul / But they don’t seem to realize/ The times that I am about to cry / The times when I am shouting for them/ They haven’t learned to realize/ They may be someone else who needs their help ./