Once upon a time there was a boy named Iden
Nobody knew his real name
He stayed in his room, where he cried in
His body wasn’t right, what a shame.

“What a precious lady”, they said
He wanted to scream
“It’s a phase”, they said
He could only daydream.

The mirror must have a glitch
He was certain
The reflection caused an itch
Of what, it was uncertain.

-"I'm sorry i'm a disappointment".
+"You should be".
The conversation rings in my head,
everyday, a real inner torment.

I'm sorry i'm trying to hard,
maybe i wont,
maybe i'll catch you off-guard,
maybe i will quit, after all.

I'm sorry i just turned away and surrendered.
I'm sorry i made you see this.
I'm sorry for staining your memories with blood.
I was not gone yet and i heard you whispered:

+"I'm sorry".
Well, you should be.