Corsets around me
tightening on the last harp string,
allowing no air
for me and the world to share
so deadly and painful
but **** and beautiful
I will endure,
to have it once more
to give it all
to allow myself to fall
to change all of me,
for all the world to see
I will make it through
to be more like you
imitation is suicide,
to swallow all my pride
I will hang
in all popular things
then be more like me
I die in the noose of society