A girl sits in her room,
Wondering what she's to do.
Her mother told her she was a disgrace.
Her father wouldn't look her in the eyes.
Her family gave her nothing but shock and shame.
Her cousin told her to die; she was shameful and worthless anyway.
She just wanted to be herself, the part hidden deep inside.
She was born one thing and made to be another,
And it tore her up inside.
She thought she was a freak so she started to hide,
In school her grades dropped, the pain was eating her alive.
At home, she hid, she didn't want her family to see.
She had heard what they said about people like her.
Called them freaks, made them out to be monster,
But when she looked in the mirror, she saw no monster.
Only a girl struggling to be what she needed to be.
Her friends stopped talking to her:
All because she preferred to be called
She rather than He.
