I amI'm not your babyI'm not your pearlI'm not your ladyI'm not your girlI am your shelterI am your denI am your hunterI am your man
Prision with Hangers.Step out of one closet,And be forced into another,Ask for help,From people that don't understand,Happiness just isn't for you.It's not part of the plan.Cry alone in your room,And force yourself to sleep.Because in your dreams,At least you can be you.You'll wake up the next day,And find reality again.You're not a boy,But you can't be a girl.It's not fair, no,But there isn't anything you can do,Except sit alone in the dark,And hope that maybe, just maybe,This time,You won't wake up.
II'm a girl.I'm a boy.My names AlyssaHey, I'm Kurt.I love shopping.Skating is my life.I wear pink flip-flopsI wear blue DCsI wear skirts and tank-topsI wear jeans and a blue tee.I'm shy.I'm loud.I'm scared.I'm brave.I have a boyfriend.I want a girlfriend.I am loved.I am hated.I wanna be
Too Much, Too LittleI couldn't possibly look like a boy...because my breasts are too big.My hair's too long to be boy-ish..even though I like boys with long hair.I'm far to female..to be a man.Then I'm to masculine...to be feminine.I dress to boyish...to dress up.I act too much like a guy...to be a lady.I prefer girls, but sometimes I like guys...so I can't choose my own sexuality.I hate guys...but I still wanna be one.Can't I just be myself...without you making it harder to figure out?
Waiting"Please take a seat, Miss Renard. You are a few minutes early." The woman led Sarah towards a bench. "If you will please have a seat." Sitting down, Sarah looked around the plain waiting room. Nervously, she tousled her hair, its dark brown strands tied back in a ponytail. She twisted it around her hand and continued to glance around the room. A handful of other people sat at whatever distance they could from everybody else, each there for their own purposes. Most had grim looks on their faces. Sarah became more nervous as she waited.Waiting.Sarah had been waiting for this day for over a year, and had not been nervous until this point. She could remember the day she had come out to her parents. What had it been? One? Two? Three years? Why was it that the nervousness of now was just as bad as that day? She couldn't make heads or tails of her feelings right now. Sarah felt like crying. None of her friends were here to lend a supporting hand. She stood alone at this major crossroads. Sh
:The Queen Of Hearts:If I were a manI would be wild and radiantWith fabulous dresses and outfitsAs a girl I would never, even in my most whimsical thoughts,Think of wearingLet alone in public.If I were a manMy hair would be colorful and well done upWith make-up that matched my dressNot just eyeliner and jeansNo more hidingInside of baggy clothes to cover up my curvesThe wideness of my hipsThe roundness of my breastsIf I were a manAll of the women would envy meHate me for my beautyWhich as a girl I have noneIf I were a manAll of the men, gay, straight or bisexualWould all want to be with meAnd desire to be at my right hand alwaysIf I were a manMy voice would rise to the sky and keep goingForeverThe lights would flash in rainbow strobesAs the catwalks unfoldsAnd the stage goes quietAll eyes on meThe queen of the show,The queen of hearts.