What would you do if you were one of them
Unable to tell friends about your problem
Would you bottle up inside all your fears
Go on suffering through out your years
This is no mental disorder
This is no horrid disease
This is no terrible error
This is just the way people feel
Your love letters, you hide them away
Afraid your mom and dad will find them one day
What would your parents do if they found out
You're afraid they'd disown you and chuck you out
You have to meet in discreet places
Away from all recognizable faces
Why can't they accept humans like these
Instead they pass them off as an awful disease
You get beaten up as if it's something you're owed
For looking like a female when you walk down the road
You can't hide your feelings, it wouldn't be real
Why can't they understand the way you feel?