Let me know that I made a difference;
That the world is better without me
Even if it's just for one person

I know its been a long time
I know I should have been nicer to you
But being thirteen changes a person
You learn that maybe the world isn't as innocent as it once was
You realize that you're growing up just a bit too quickly
And just like the world, you aren't innocent anymore either
I know I should have been there, to protect you
From others, from yourself
I wasn't strong enough to take care of you
But I'm here
and I'm stronger now
We're stronger now

If it's true
And love gave him wings
Why didn't they stop him from falling

Look at them
swaying in the wind
Living without a care
Content with going with an unknown plan
Putting their trust in this unseen force
Not just living
But thriving
Truly experiencing freedom

The day I was born I was wrapped in a light pink prison
My mother kept me smothered in this shade as I grew up
A life of pigtails and dresses
Of baby dolls and princesses
But I knew it wasn't me.

As I grew up the makeup that stained my face
Burnt like acid
The dresses buried themselves under my skin
Until I wanted to peel myself out of it
Like a tormented butterfly.
The dolls' faces turned into demented demons
The princesses' turned into witches that haunted my nightmares.

The lumps on my chest that grew
Made me want to take a straight razor to them
Whenever I looked down in the shower
My tears would mix with the scalding hot water from the faucet
I wanted to throw up every time I saw my round face in the mirror.

I thought something was wrong with me
Something unnatural
Unhuman
But I'm transgender
I've learned there's nothing wrong with that
I'm human
I'm me
I'm Quinn

I dream of endless summers, 
Of sunkissed cheeks 
Red from burns and blushes 
I dream of long fall nights,
Raking leaves just to scatter them 
Of pumpkins and black cats
I dream of eternal winters
Woolen blankets, hot chocolate 
Cheesy overplayed Christmas carols. 
But I never dream of Spring 
Spring is not a time of flowers and growth
Not for me
You miss the day the tiger lilies open
You aren't here when the songbirds open their beaks 
and create the most beautiful music
other than the music of your voice
Spring nights aren't for movies and adventures 
they're for tears 
That fall just like April shower
throughout those months 
So no, I never dream of Spring 
I dream of you.