I don’t know why I keep this mask.
It doesn’t fit me – it never has.
And now I’ve figured out this mess,
It seems to fit me even less.
I would much rather wear a dress…

But where I’m from, the risk’s too high.
When I still look like a guy
(In many ways – I hate them all),
If I step outside the door
With these clothes that I adore,
What sort of danger would I call?

But I can’t waste my life away
And live a lie until the day
I’ll get to look a certain way.

In the end, it’s up to me
To find the courage that I need
And be the girl I wish to be.

– Lady Scarecrow

  • Femsoup [She/Her]@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    7 months ago

    Avoid the reflection, it’s telling us lies
    It shows expectations, the scratches of time
    You feel its tenacioussness, “keep your disguise”
    When maybe it’s time that’s been rushing the tides

    A song and a place change so much in your life
    The times which we sing each a bridge to our minds
    While manipulation is leading to crimes
    To live out your live you must first stay alive
    And it hurts to stay behind
    To leave who you really are inside
    When and how should be the questions, never if or why

    So claim your stake
    You seek to fit the norm
    it has so many different shapes
    if you try you can belong
    search for those that make you strong
    they gather in forts
    Against the odds
    You’ll get to know the feeling
    It’s you, no piece of cloth
    Learn the tricks most never learn
    What others are given you have to earn
    But the greatest gift you can recieve
    Is loving yourself, and all of your tears
    In eyes and through dresses
    With or without
    your mask and your mirror

    Don’t be discouraged, you will endure hardships,
    if you ever get lost, use your map to find harbours

    Avoid the reflection, ignore its exaggerated lines
    Be yourself, regardless. Take your time