What are you staring at?
why are you watching me?
is it my wheelchair?
is it my hair?
or is it the fact that you can't tell exactly where i fit
on your ******* binary?
I belong in there
that bathroom, over there
the one with the urinals and the ****-stained floor
i hate the smell in there but it's where i belong
and you can't take that from me
i built who i am
from leftover scraps
i was a porcelain doll held together
with gum and scotch tape you
you can't hold me back
i'm still repairing myself i'm still enforcing that this
this is where i belong
this is my place too
and i'll always use a stall because even if i did get both surgeries
you'd still stare at me
wondering why there's a girl in here
but guess what
i am guy nor girl
i am only chaos
chaos, like toupees flying through a windy suburban golf course
the chaos that tore my porcelain skin apart
peeled up every **** last layer of my paint
took my family and some of my so-called friends with it
well guess what
i can replace you
i can choose new people to fill
that echoing void
the place you held
the place you gave up
because you'd rather have a dead daughter
than a living somewhat-son