I'm not a monster like they make me out to be
I'm just trying to be true to myself, to be the real me
I don't understand, I've got a medical condition
It's called “gender dysphoria”, but they won't listen
to my cries, to my tears, no they just don't care
all they wanna do is lie and cheat and scare
They don't understand and they don't want to
The way people are, why they do the things they do
They call me selfish and a liar, say I'm coming for your children
Then they try to ban proven science and call me a villain
Yeah, maybe I'm a little selfish once in a while
but it's okay to do things for me, things that make me smile
I'm not a monster like they make me out to be
I'm just trying to be true to myself, to be the real me
They call it “chemical and physical mutilation”, it makes me so mad!
Would they say the same thing to someone with cancer in their nads?
They insult the experts, call their work “junk science”
yet those people have proven time and again they've earned our reliance
Do they really think I came to this idea on a whim one day?
Do they have any inkling how hard it is to be this way?
I take pills every day, injections every week
And I've got millions of people shouting that I'm a freak
I didn't ask to be this way, this isn't a choice
I just want to love my body, my face, my voice
Gender-affirming care isn't wrong, it saves lives
Did you know the percent of people happier for it is greater than 89?
I have a voice to speak, a stage on which I stand
so I want you to know, I want you to understand
there's nothing wrong with this, it's okay to be this way
no matter what those people out there say
I'm not a monster like they make me out to be
I'm just trying to be true to myself, I just want to love me
I just want to be true to myself
I just want to love me
Mirror, Mirror, what do I see?
My own self-loathing reflected back at me
I've changed so much, and yet
all I do is look in you and fret
My face isn't the same at all
I'm even learning how to walk tall
but I can only see what I believe:
this self-doubt that never wants to leave
So I'll repeat day after day
the affirmations I've learned to say
in the hopes that I'll make it real
that it will become the way I feel
I'll cast away these feelings blue
the feelings, Mirror, Mirror, I can't hide from you
I step into the sunlight
Finally free of the clouds
I'm no longer suffering
I can take a breath of fresh air
Now, I can look up at the sky
And know that I share her beauty
I shed the skin of a man
so I can shine with the heart of a woman
Why must they hate us?
We only want to be ourselves
To exist honestly
To show who we are
We choose our names
We tell people what to call us
Yet they refuse
They insist that they know better
But they don't
How can anyone know us better than ourselves?
Why must we be afraid
To introduce ourselves
To wear the clothes we want
To have the bodies that make us comfortable
That's all we want
To exist
To be who we are
Why is that so much?
Why?