I am a prisoner
being held captive
in the wrong skin.
I want to put my head
through a brick wall
as i try to become my mother's idea of normal.
No matter how many times
I change myself
I never seem to be there.
I'm running out of sanity,
A different person every **** day.
Switching back and forth
puts my mind in a state
of confusion.
No matter how many times  I change,
I stay strange
and looking into my mother's dissapointed
eyes make me ache.
I want to tear open my skin
and step out of my skin bag,
I am tired of feeling this way.