I was surrounded. By homophobic peers.
A nostalgic fear. That's wierd.
Is I'm trans. But im
Taken for a ******  or a queer...
Romantic thoughts of my buddy.
And **** near.
Thinking have my *** after this beer.
Masking damaging emotions.
And mis packaging them as wierd..
Causing. Diligence. For sabotage.
And nothing is as it appears.
I made stories. In fantasy
That tragically randomly appeared
While masking
Kindness. Becoming blinded.
To manage trans queer
Fears to answering my peers.
I lost sight of vital
Answers.
Reverted back to tears.
I craved submission
But my position as a man
Was damagingly clear.
**** Yoda dont read instructions
I can handle it from here.
**** my raps I'll say it twice.
I'm a man and skins elastic
The body is actually not half as bad
As it appears...