Trans Teen Girl
Trans Teen Girl, walking through the snow.
Running my hands through my hair, unsatisfied with how it doesn't grow.
And I close my eyes, Trying to wait for a surprise, Though
Nobody understands, I can't be free. Strangers ruin my existence with glee.
Sands of time rubbing raw across my neck, My corpse lie in the garden for nobody wants to check.
Trans Teen Girl, lost and alone,
Even if she can't see it, nobody wants to give her a home.
Ever so naive, The Trans Teen Girl keeps looking and praying for a place to call home.
Nevertheless, she can't see it. She has nobody to claim for her own.
Grains of sand running across her fragile neck,
Individuality causes young women to metaphorically wreck.
Ruining my life by coming out of my shell, Christian priests condemn me to hell.
Laying on the cold white snow, This Trans Teen Girl will never know
Happiness.
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