Lost Boy
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He goes on through the motions
All he's got to show are tears
He'll be their perfect daughter
He'll bury deep the fears
Behind the smile's pain, behind the laughter a cry
For help, is he really so alone?
Cuts his hair, tapes his chest so maybe
He'll feel whole again
Grasping through the shadows for a sign
A hand to hold, an answer to his pain
Knowing they will never see
The man he's meant to be
Daughter, her and she
Wondering who the hell is he meant to be
Woman, female, never a son
Never a brother
Not outside his head
They tell him that he's pretty
That he's the girl they want
But can't they see that their words
Are a dull knife in his back?
Can't they see the pain when they say the wrong name?
When he's forced to play a part he was never meant to play?
He'll wear the dress, he'll wear the smile
And bite back the protests at his lips
If he doesn't look down at his chest, at his hips
He'll cope and he can pretend in the mirror he'll see
The man he's meant to be