Gender Dysphoria?

Here Come Play Time.

This is how it goes: 
It's girls against boys today. 
I'll put you in the wrong group 
And say I don't understand. 

Now it's Part: 2
"I don't play with girls," you say.
I get it, 
You're joking. 
But think before you speak,
Before I fall down to my knees, 
Before I spit at your feet, 
Before I'm angry and sweating, 
Before all the pillows are punched 
Before my eyes seep into the gaze 
The blank look in the eyes of the wall 
Staring back, staring, staring.
That's all that happens, 
The fucking staring. 
It isn't my fault you don't get that I'm sharing 
A little bit this and a little bit of that. 
My makeup doesn't scream, "I'M NOT A MAN!"
Your opinion is invalid. 

"Love body. Just love yourself."
Okay. 
Say the same thing when I cut off your dick. 
Okay, I'm joking. 
Like you always do. 
What happened?
Does it hurt when I question, 
Threaten your manhood? 
Maybe now you get it. 
Get it? 
It doesn't feel good, 
To say the least. 
Nothing more can be said. 
I'm so fucking angry this doesn't get through your head. 
So, maybe it isn't your fault. 
Don't forget it isn't mine that it's a flat chest that I want.