Why should I go through this pain, the torching pain of being me?
Every day I have to lie, to keep from bearing whom I was born to be.
Every one laughs, every one teases,
However, no one knows the pain I am going through.
The pain I endure,
Is the hatred of whom I have become,
The best friends I have lost,
The laughs I have never laughed,
The blood I have lost,