I’m not your perfect pretty pink princess,

I’m a passionate punk proficient with a knife.

I’m tired of all these lines

I’m not allowed to cross.

Don’t call me a girl

If you want to stay alive.

Don’t call me a girl

If you want to survive.

I’m not your strong, silent, soulless soldier,

I’m a sneaking shadow, stalking you in the night.

I’m tired of all these lines

I’m not allowed to cross.

Don’t call me a boy

If you want to stay alive.

Don’t call me a boy

If you want to survive.

Now I’m throwing you off your rhythm,

Bursting out from the darkness,

That’s when I saw my opportunity,

And ran in for the kill.

Bodies of boys and girls lay around me,

Blood pouring from their throats.

It turns out I just killed

The gender binary.