I have lied unto so many sullen cheeks
tempted the edges of entire peaks
crossed boundaries unbroken
said things meant to be spoken
heard a bird, nagging incessantly
twitching its eyes in anxiety
we're all just variations
of seeded egghead creations
I wanted equality, this transition is pain
Each night as I brush hair in my growing mane
death, escape, suicide
all frightened means to run and hide
but, then I realize
that to live my life is more rewarding
there is no use distorting
no end in contorting
my time thats given
can be made useful
seven hearts, ten in each hand
find a stable confirmation to stand