Looking in a mirror;

With a reflection unknown looking back.

Who is this person?

Why don’t they ever smile back?

Their body is a cage,

Their mind is a prison.

What do they think about all day?

Why don’t their eyes ever glisten?

Everybody calls them her,

But really they’re a him.

When will the world understand?

When will this ever end?

They hide away,

Their hair and chest.

They change the way,

They talk and dress.

Many shout and scream their way

using their bible as a blade.

They block out the hateful sounds

That try to shut their happiness down.

We are the colours in the sky,

The birds who just want to fly.

We fight and fight every day

To finally see our true selves 

One day…