Someone inside of me consumes my soul.

For there's a part of me which I have no control.

Words simply cannot describe what I yearn.

Cut off your finger to save one's arm.

Forced to identify as one you discern.

Being true to one's self raises no concern.

Pressed in rock salt in hopes the wound will heal.

I assure you this predicament is very real.

Unforseen changes and consequences are now on the on the rise.

But I refuse to be a human in disguise.

I share this pain out love and respect.

Although it may be perceived as altered dialect.

Failure to respect my truthful self is not a game.

It's considered quite resentful and inhumane.

So please just let go and let the pieces fall where they may.

I have a life to live and it's a better way.