skin

My skin is wrong
Bones jut out in just the wrong places
My skin is wrong
Ever so masculated, so calculated to make me hate it
I hate it
I hate it

My skin is wrong
Vocal chords can sing so long
But the skin is wrong
They know I can’t sing her song
I sing his song
He’s wrong

My skin is wrong
But knives can rip and tear
My skin is wrong
But that’s just fine, I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care

My skin is wrong
Chin pokes out to mark me off
My skin is wrong
Face is fucked, raped and stuck
I take it
I take it

My skin is wrong
So I desecrate and ruin all
My skin is wrong
So I stepped up and took the fall
Took the fall
Took it all

Took your looks
Took your words
I took it all in
I took your predation
Took your rape
Took your never-ending shape
Found your feature
Fucked my form
And finally fell
From the storm

My skin is wrong
As much as I wish it wasn’t true
Twisted words that once were my comfort
“Despite everything, it’s not you.”