Change (isn't always change)

I hate the hate that beats inside
as anger in the hearts of people sometimes,
a man beats his son until he almost dies
simply out of some pointless pride

when father found out that son was gay
and decided that he didn't think it was okay,
his life became increasingly, day after day,
a living hell with no escape

it dragged jagged scars across his heart
and dug deep rifts into his soul,
picking at scabs too tender to touch,
telling him he doesn't belong in this world

shame
is the name
of the game
to keep society "tame",
really only making it crippled and lame,
playing "hot potato" with searing blame.

fifteen years later, the son's now married and a she
after getting the surgery for a transsexual change,
she has everything she thought would make her happy
but ultimately the scars are still deep and just the same

she doesn't let many people in,
to be honest, she's rather mean,
she doesn't have very many friends
because she can often be downright obscene

her husband isn't attracted to women,
since the procedure he refuses to fulfill her needs,
so she tries to hook up with bisexual men
but fails when her flirtations just demean

but underneath the thickening mask of venom
hides a broken little boy, hurt and trembling,
she treats people like she's better than them,
tearing at the old scars with her new misery

she lives in a world where she can finally be free,
but tender and sore from a life full of need
she's grown bitter and selfish, insecure and greedy,
she's tragically become the next generation of bully.