Dear Dysphoriac

Embracing Identity: Dear Dysphoriac Journey
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Lyrics

How many times have I lied to myself

Expressing the frequency of self-deception.

How many wishes and nightmares have I kept on the shelf

Reflecting on unfulfilled desires and fears.

From the toys that they gave me, barbie dolls and the like

Referencing childhood toys and societal expectations of gender.

And the secrets hidden in the medicine I take to sleep at night

Hinting at hidden struggles and reliance on medication for sleep.

HRT, I wish that were me, the bold men and women on the streets

Desire for Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) and identification with others on the streets.

They almost look like me

Expressing similarity or connection with bold men and women on the streets.

They almost look like me

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Shattered glass reflects all the flaws that I am

Using shattered glass as a metaphor for self-perceived flaws.

Dysphoria kills whatever dreams that I knew that I had

Linking dysphoria to the destruction of personal dreams.

Is it the lack of power, or the confidence in me

Questioning the source of dysphoria - lack of power or confidence.

When I close my eyes, all I see is what I've been

Reflecting on the impact of dysphoria when eyes are closed.

Just a boy in a girls body, there's nothing to see

Expressing a mismatch between gender identity and physical appearance.

I am dreaming of change, yet I think I cannot be

Dreaming of change but feeling constrained by societal expectations.

Anything but what the mirror reflects back at me

Struggling with self-acceptance and external perceptions in the mirror.

Yet this body screams it isn't me, isn't me, isn't me

Highlighting the internal conflict between self and body.


I was born in the wrong body, sick in the mind

Feeling born in the wrong body and expressing mental distress.

With a different voice, and a different life

Not aligning with the assigned gender and feeling disconnected.

Had I been honest I wouldn't want to be alive

Contemplating the impact of honesty on the will to live.

In this vessel that won't represent how I feel inside

Discontent with a body that doesn't reflect inner feelings.

Should I change? I'm not who they expect me to be

Questioning the need for personal change against societal expectations.

In this world of binary I was expected to be me

Reflecting on the challenges of self-discovery in a binary world.

But I have yet to be me

Expressing a struggle to be authentic and true to oneself.

I have yet to be me

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Shattered glass reflects all the flaws that I am

Reiteration of self-perceived flaws through shattered glass.

Dysphoria kills whatever dreams that I knew that I had

Reiteration of dysphoria's impact on dreams and aspirations.

Is it the lack of power, or the confidence in me

Questioning the root cause of dysphoria, exploring power and confidence.

When I close my eyes, all I see is what I've been

Revisiting the visual impact of dysphoria when eyes are closed.

Just a boy in a girls body, there's nothing to see

Reiterating the internal struggle of being in the wrong gender's body.

I am dreaming of change, yet I think I cannot be

Desiring change but feeling constrained by societal norms.

Anything but what the mirror reflects back at me

Expressing a conflict between personal desires and societal expectations reflected in the mirror.

Yet this body screams it isn't me, isn't me, isn't me

Highlighting the internal scream of the body not aligning with the true self.


Dear Dysphoriac, I accept who I am

Addressing dysphoria directly, expressing acceptance of the self amidst the choice to change.

Irregardless of the fact I am choosing to change

Acknowledging the decision to change while respecting one's roots.

I respect my roots, I respect who I've been

Affirming respect for one's past and acknowledging a new future.

But the life that lays before me will be something new

Anticipating a future different from the past and expressing fear of non-acceptance.

And I am still afraid, I know I may not be accepted

Admitting fear but asserting self-awareness in the face of potential rejection.

But when push comes to shove, I will know who I am

Stating determination to know and assert one's true identity.

And this is who I am

Reiterating and emphasizing the acceptance of one's true self.

This is who I am

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I am coming out

Declaration of coming out and embracing one's authentic identity.

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