Behind the glass of my screen is little yi, complacent and free,
Soon my mind began to plea, far from what we know is natural decree.
A thought has sprout within my brain, soon making me feel an unending pain,
Stuck in thoughts of that is now my bane, for all what I want is without a main vein.
The feeling to be of another gender, now people think that I’m just a bender,
All I need is my body to be slender, to obtain a personality that is much more tender.
I urge to dress up just like a girl, wearing a skirt that I wish I could twirl,
Wanting to strut and give the boys a whirl, maybe to even don a necklace of pearls?
Suffering a life I now aim to kill, in a life of drugs that went further downhill,
Finding peace from these different pills, as I find being me is all but a thrill.`