Transcend Your Self

Transcend your self
And take to the knife.
Be true to yourself
Mutilation to feel free,
From that cage of your own making.
Shed the natural so called trappings,
Shackles once known as genitalia,
Seems madness is catching.
Lusting jailers ply the weak
Gifted with a life in servitude
Freely ruled by vice
Encouraged to destroy yourself
For your own good.
A tapestry of scars
Wanking in a dress
Depressed
Screaming with painted pretty lips
Soft girly thighs
Hands larger than you'd like
A few too many veins
Not quite the right frame
Too many others for self referencing
Not enough time for self reflection.
And no time for self respect.
Hung up on biology
Taught to hate everyone around you
Taught to hate those who are concerned
Taught to hate everyone  
That could have been good for you.
But at least we have mental health services
Rushed treatments
Early diagnosis
Speculative diagnosis
Lots of medicines, and surgeries
And best of all
What the fuck are parents
You don't need their consent
Hurry up and get cut up
Onto the net for self rent.  
So submit
And break
Transcend your self
And those around you
Break those barriers twinkle toes
Spread your wings and fly
Shine bright
And just hope the plastic and wax
Doesn't melt.
Hope the makeup, dope smoke and mirrors
Aren't all just an illusion
Hope it isn't all just to entrap and destroy you.
Submit to the propaganda
Because you're a good person,
Submit to other men,
Because you're a good girl.
And they'll make you feel like it
They'll gape you into a new woman
Make you feel branded anew
Not just shallow, but hollow.
And when the cum is spilled
The cash is spent
Take your meds
Clean up your hole
Redo your makeup
Look at yourself in the mirror
Take a selfie
Smile
And say
"This is me"
It's stunning isn't it
When you're alone
And thinking
And Drinking
And Smoking
Or slashing yourself
Becoming another of the mounting statistics
Or otherwise blunting the reality you created
Immersing yourself in some other illusion.
Is it painful?
Has being honest, become painful?
Did you fill that hole?
Has it all worked out?
Is it your time to shine?
Are you happy?
Didn't you see in your feed?
You really aught to Behappy