Invisible I know what I am, You choose to ignore me, You erase like I'm nothing, You pretend like I'm acting. I know who I am. You don't need to tell me, You can't force me to be, You can't tell me to be. I know I don't fit, Into your idea, Of what a human should be, Or how a human is. I know who I am, You can't tell me otherwise, I will continue against your hate, Don't care for the otherwise.

Wrong Society Right is wrong in society. We abuse our minorities in every way, Pretend others don't exist, Yet we go about without doing anything. To society it used to be normal. Love is hated in society. You're judged for whom you love, Called names for whatever gender you love, There are few who try to understand. We used to accept it as the norm. Labels are people in society. We're nerds or jocks or total outsiders, Labelled on our personalities, Yet we never comment on it. To us, it's normal.

The Closet I'm resigned to a cupboard, Meant for clothes. I can't come out, For fear has locked me in. I've been jammed into a dresser, By my own family. I can't get out, In fact I'm trapped, For fear has thrown away the key I can't reach it from this distance. I'm hiding in the wardrobe, From my true self. I don't want to come out, But I have her, She will pull me out.

Trans-Day If I was male for a day, I'd take my wage as if it was a jewel, Just 70% isn't enough. If I was a boy for a day, I'd abuse my status as male, I'd order around my employees, I wouldn't have to tip-toe. If I was a man for just one day, I wouldn't like it one bit, Because even though I had more rights, My mind would still be female. I wouldn't want to be male for the day, Because it wouldn't feel right, I'd probably end up cross-dressing, Or I'd be very depressed. After all that commotion, And all the decisions I made, I wouldn't want to be male at all, In fact I'd rather be me.

Jenny On The Weekend A man drifts, From place to place, A week of saddness, Hating himself. Work is a pointless blur, Food is just fuel, Liquor is a friend, Family is shut out. The man is a single, So he has lonely weekends, Put to rest with a bottle of whisky, And a couple of failed anti-depressants. This is the #life then, Now is different, Wait and see. The man spends his weekends, With silicone breasts and longing, Put to rest with a pretty dress, And a pair of neon pink high heels. #life is now depressing week, Ended in a ladies #lifestyle. A weekend princess, Cross-dressing alone. #lgbtqi