self-expression

Spilling out secrets that I swore I'd never tell Wearing all this blasphemy, it really suits me well When I'm dead and in the ground, will you be there to dig me up Cause I swear I'll never die, at least I'll try not to, f*ck I won't ever come around to your petty ideology If you could burn me to the ground I'd turn to ash and honesty Honestly, Id rather burn than listen Why do you care about how I look all of a sudden You think your phrase, it hurts me? Sucks for you, it really doesn't I'm finding hints of confidence, embracing my identity A shame all of these motherfuckers stare and speak so foolishly Oh, but "they/them" isn't singular Read a fucking book 'fore you throw 'round those transphobic slurs I'm figuring this out, please be patient with me If I don't answer, don't hold out, I'm probably catching on my beauty sleep Beautiful descension into anxiety and apathy Hardly show my face because it doesn't really look like me Finding peace and comfort in knowing that I'm not alone If only they could see me now, I don't think they'd really know