Why is it that every time I look in the mirror I don't recognize the person, the little girl that stares back at me?
This can't be me, can it?
When I look in the mirror I feel like I'm at the circus in the "fun" zone, looking in of the distorted mirrors
I despise my reflection
This isn't some stupid, silly joke
The "fun" zone's supposed to be fun, right?
I see all these curves, these feminine feature that aren't supposed to be there
I see none of the masculine features that I picture in my head
Broad shoulders, a flat chest, big hands, deep voices, a hint of facial hair
My head see's reality, my body is everyone's expectations
I'm not having much fun, dysphoria is not my idea of fun , I'm supposed to be smiling and laughing
I'm crying on the inside, wondering who's skin I'm living in
Society seems to have lots of fun though
Making Pinocchio references, "I wanna be a real boy", they'd laugh and snicker
They act like this never ending pain of living in my own skin is "just a phase"
My self identification is not your astronomy project
They see it like it's just another moon phase
If my self identification has anything to do with astronomy , it's the wish I make on the first star I see of the night sky
Wishing that people would open their minds, hearts, their eyes to understand that the girl they're searching for is not in existence, she never was
The fun zone isn't so fun, after all is it?
