Don't tell me that you understand,
Don't tell me that you know, Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow. Don't tell me this is just a phase, That I am truly blessed, That I am chosen for this gender, Apart from all the rest. Don't come at me with answers, That can only come from me, Don't tell me this phase will pass... That I shall soon be filled with answers. Don't stand in biased judgment Of the bombs, I have to untie, Don't tell me how to suffer, And don't tell me how to cry. My life filled with selfishness, My pain is all I see, But I need you, I need your acceptance. Accept me through this time of change, I need someone to hold me, Someone to let me be me, Someone to let me cry, And say, "My friend, I accept your decision."
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November 2019
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