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.