Dream-like, the mirror lies
"No! That's wrong!" I want to say.
Silent horror haunts my eyes.
Hormones strike, beginning to revise
my youthful form and to my dismay
Dream-like, the mirror lies.
Shock of hair between my thighs
I watch it spread, hope fades away
Silent horror haunts my eyes.
Nights, watching my chest fail to rise
Disgusted glances at reflections by day
Dream-like, the mirror lies.
Sixteenth year, hope shrivels and dies.
The wrong form traps me like hardened clay
Silent horror haunts my eyes.
Shroud the mistake I so despise
Hiding the strangeness whenever I may
Dream-like, the mirror lies
Silent horror haunts my eyes.