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A Man's Corpse

Though I do not believe there is a god If there is he made me wrong I don’t believe I’m a woman I’d like to make you see too if I can

Only a few months ago did I last have a girlfriend I loved her to no end And so I buried these feelings If only for her to find me more appealing

I treated these feelings like corpse A lugging weight that causes dread and contorts Though they were still very much alive They wouldn’t go away even if I tried

And the corpse would whisper to me It’d tell me how I felt, and i’d tell it that it’s crazy I clearly wasn’t what it told me I was I denied myself, with my only reason being ‘just because’

Only two days before our two year anniversary That's when she left me, at her party The words stung like a wasp for the longest time But it was the corpse that told me it was fine

I was free to be myself now, free to accept it Though I told it ‘no’ because I was too scared to admit To admit I was something that others wanted to fight To admit I was something others didn’t like

So I settled for another label, not too far from home Though I gave myself time for my mind to roam And I saw myself thinking ‘what if that corpse was right’? ‘What if it wasn’t what I had to fight?’

I thought on that for a very long time But eventually I reached the end of this high climb And I’ve figured out that I am a man I’d like to make you see too if I can