You tell me I'm one thing, But really you're just afraid that I'm something Undefinable. You believe everyone is one or the other, But whats the beauty in that? Maybe one day I'm 'They' The next I'm 'She' Then the day after I'm 'He' Don't suppress me for being Everything. Nothing. And Me.
Relieve me from this label, I cannot belong in this cramped space That you decide I fit in I don't understand why anyone would want to be confined To just one thing. You tell me I'm this, Not that. But why can't I be both? Or neither? Why conform? Why conform when I feel so free just being Me.
Stuck Behind the scenes Hidden In the closet It’s all the same I’m stuck No one supports me The real me The one I can only show friends I don’t want to hide it Not from my family But I have to They wouldn’t understand They’d just say “I’m being selfish” Or “I don’t understand” But I’m not dumb I understand everything perfectly I know who I am And who I like No one can change that Hopefully people will accept me For me Maybe I won’t have to hide I can finally be true Unlike most people It’s relaxing Finally knowing Who I am The mystery is solved I know me Who I am was finally Revealed
I wrote this about me realizing that I’m a bigender pansexual.
Hey Who are you? But I'm me You can't be me Yet you feel like home You feel like me How can you be me, if I'm me? You say you are a part of me I don't get it How
Oh You are me A part of me I love you I love me Yet you tear me apart Am I tearing myself apart? I don't know myself anymore I feel like you I want to be you Skylar Sky So far yet so close Skylar Who am I?
Hey I'm Skylar I am me He is me She is me Two in One I've had you with me all this time Yet I couldn't see you I'm sorry
Oh They're tearing me apart What Who Do I want to be? I don't know who I am
Hey I guess this is who I am Oh I get it It's called Bigender It feels so right Yet so wrong at times
Skylar looks down at himself Why do they have to be there? She is Skylar now too It makes me feel better Yet it tears me apart when I don't know Help Stay away
She's worrying and full of stress, And perturbed by my voice, She's failing to sleep over how I dress, As if I have a choice, She's 'scared' and 'confused' and 'losing hope', "You're just confused or tying to cope."
She hates me for revealing my soul, I'm wrong, too different inside, Why can't I stick to my proper role? "One or the other - decide," I'm messed up in the head, or acting or lying, "It's too much for me, why are you crying?"
He tries to understand me, But in his outdated mind, Just black and white, binary, No in between to find, He claims to be open but in reality, Closed to all but what he's always believed.
He cannot accept who I am, And disgust at all I said, "Change or I won't give a ****, If you're alive or dead." He'd sooner cut me off than deal with the unknown, Of his son who's both a boy and girl soon to be disowned.
I walk the halls and glance at everyone I see, The girls who are hurrying to the bathroom to fix their makeup, And the boys who check them out as they walk by.
Is there anyone else here who can't go to the bathroom, because I swear to God just the thought of it gives me a small panic attack. Is there anyone else here who looks down and is disappointed everyday because I am small, chesty and my face is far too round.
I never check out the girls, nor do I run to the bathroom to fix myself, I walk and look at how much I wish I was one of the guys, Flat chested, tall, lean and not having to wake up 5 extra minutes to put on a binder. Never hating that their voice along with their round face will have others calling them "She" for their whole life.
Never will they come home with aching ribs, and feel the stab of being misgendered. Never will they be told "but you still look like a girl," Even though you are trying so hard that you feel your mind wearing thin. Why can't I just be what they want me to be?