Being trans is not easy
Being a closeted trans is even harder
Each day is like waking up in a heavy fog.
Wrong pronouns,
Wrong name,
Wrong body,
Wrong soul.
Who am I?
Shouldn\'t you know?
Each class sends a sting through my body.
Wrong pronouns,
Wrong name,
Wrong body,
Wrong soul.
I know who I am
You, too, should know.