years and years
of bottling tears
canning and sorting them
always exploring them

is there something wrong
with the prescription that im on
cause

nobody seems to have all the answers
im looking for and my heads a disaster
always wondering if im alright and if im okay
and will I one day figure out why every day
im questioning myself.

is this right
is this me?
who am I meant to be?
in the mirror what am I mean to see

whoever I see look perfectly fine
but somehow its lying
somehow the reflection I see isn't right im wasting time
trying to find out what is right.
no its not ugly no its not bad but its hard to describe the distant feeling I have with the stranger I see that somehow isn't me

one day I flattened my chest and cut off my hair cause maybe somehow that was the answer. and that was the answer.
she lied to me all along.

im not a girl, im not a woman, im not a tomboy, im not the pretty girl

im a man, I like dresses, im a guy who loves makeup.

no more lies in the mirror.