A world where everyone can be themselves.
Wouldn't that be nice?
A world where no one has to hide who they are
A world where everyone can be who they want to be.
My family understands, but they don't know what it's like
They listen, but they don't hear what I say
They look, but they don't see
That the shadows are overwhelming
And the dark encompasses me until
I'm not me anymore
I'm just the little girl they want me to be
And I have to be perfect
Because other people define me.
They tell their friends that I'm "outgoing" if you get to know me
Because they see me with the friends that have been here for years
The people that see who I am.
But people don't always see
And if my family does I don't notice
They won't acknowledge it unless I do
And I don't want that because acknowledging it gives it power,
and brings it back
and the pain is too much
and shadows are blinding
and the dark is tempting
And I say
No
But the issues never go away
When people see they should ask
Some do, but most just ignore it
Because if they ignore it it goes away
I wish that worked.
I wish I could ignore the shes and girls and AFAB
Because assigned doesn't matter
But society thinks it does.
They care more about what someone used to be than who they are now
So I hide.
With jackets and hair that's long
but not long enough to be dysphoric
And maybe if I'm comfortable enough
I can use a binder
But when the door closes it never opens.
Because once I step out and tell them that this is who I am
This is who I was meant to be
There's no going back
And society is so scared of what they don't understand that they invalidate it.
The ideal world is one where we don't have to walk blindly or be scared of the dark
Because shadows don't exist
