A Lady in an Iron Mask,

Designed in Narcissistic fashion,
Entrapped in a Transgendered Prison,
Living the Male Guise.

Playing a role in Steel Flesh,
Cannot feel Intimacy’s Breath,
Emotions are only Selected Words,
Nothing More.

Internal Actress,
Internal Self-Love,
External Actor,
External Self-Loath.

To wear the Mask of Amnesia,
Identity Buried in Ancient Guilt.

The Childhood Skewed,
Nutrients Absent from Teenage Years,
Sex is Foreign to a Genderless Body.

Crossing the Chasm is Asking ‘Who Am I?’
The Answer found in Simple Dress.

Do What I Am,
Be What I Do.

The Shadow Reveals What is to be Done,
Denial is the Complex Fraudulent Self,
The slow Ironclad Suffocation.

Why do I Hesitate?
What do I Fear?
Deprived from Sensation and Oxygen,
It is Transformation,
From what I Act,
To Who I Am.
That is me,
Me Cannot be Denied any Longer.