i am alone

The winds flap about

Melancholy is grown

Can we society flout?

Is it the heart

That never learns to cry?

This scribbled chart

That makes our lie?

The mirror is not me-

Nor is my body.

Nothing I can see

Will let me walk free.

I walk upon the lie

I let my heart die

Don't tell me not to cry

I have no tears.

This fearsome trap

This scruff-I'm in superglue

A "beautiful" feminine wrap

That is the world's view

I am not.

I am naught.

But this lie we are taught

And trapped and subjugated, we rot.

I'd give in and tell them all

But for their despising

Thus I stall and stall and stall

To prevent my death from their chastising.