Don't look in the mirror, i don't want to see her face.
That's not me, I know damn well that's not what truly shows inside.
This body isn't mine i know this feeling won't go away.
And i hope that you remember me as who i truly am, and i hope that my grave says "Ollie" because that's who i truly am.
And please don't call me your daughter and please don't call me a she, i am not i swear the ghost skin will be gone and I'll be happy again.
Don't listen to the noises they make, everything, the colors, hurt my brain.
And i hope you see the deeper part of me, and I can't take this anymore.
Call me your son, and call me your brother.
I know It's hard but it's harder for me to live.
So please, let me cut my hair.
