This Shell
Don't bar a soul
Deny it its emotion
Regardless of the shell its portrayed in
Gender is but a human creation
Therefore ours to choose
These strict rules should have no existence
Our forms cannot be bound by ones decisions
Our choices are our own
Our tears are our own
Our pain is our own
And cannot be judged by cruelties
Gender is but a human creation
And in human I am not existing
You will not bar my soul from emotions
Nor tell me of the shell I should portray
This is my decision
You make for me no rules
This is my decision
You cannot bar my soul
I shook and burned through like lava flow
Anger striking within like lightning
But amounting to nothing
With nowhere to go
My rage unheard, thrown to the winds and cooled in the rains of my own depression
My pain is my own
My justification not for your lips
Not for your ears
Not to be said, for it is my own
Do not bar my soul
Do not deny my emotion
For I will burst from this shell
And burn you to core
