Revealing the Boy

All of her life she had been trapped
In this body of a girl,
And if she did not have cropped, messy hair,
If she did not wear loose clothes,
If she were not me,
She would have been beautiful.

This demon keeps scratching at my skin.

Every second her nails dig deeper
Slowly revealing the boy underneath
But her parents never saw
Their views based on the scabs that covered
The boy pouring out
Of their pretty daughter's skin
So they refused
To help her escape.

This demon keeps scratching at my skin.

The letter "T" proved it's significance
Granting her the life she had always dreamed of.
The girl screams in agony
As the chemical drags her out of my life
Slowly
Letting her screams fade into the past

This demon stopped scratching at my skin