I sit in the corner.
You all ignore "her."
I was always told that I was this gender.
But gender is not as simple as a date on the calender.
Never asked what I identify as.
I had to tell you what gender my mind has.
But you just looked me right in the eye and said "You are not my kid!"
Somehow, how I felt made you flip your lid.
You kicked me out of the house, like I was a stranger.
Kicked me onto the streets, in the face of danger.
I didn't eat that night.
To keep myself alive, I had to put up a fight.
Now I lay here on this park bench.
Feeling as wanted as a broken wrench.
I look up at the stars, only to decide.
My best option, is to disguise how I felt and hide.
I now fear to expose myself because of you.
I fear that they will disown me too.
It's only when a friend came out to me.
I decided to expose myself, and together we'll flee.
