This is Real.

"I can feel you judging me."

I can hear your heels cackling
as they hit the floor.
"I'm just me, I'm not a beauty queen."
I'm just me.
"We are all prisoners here."

The pain of the silence
is worse than the whispers
I can feel you judging me
Your laughter, the points of shame.
Your razorblade stares burn into my skin.
Because I''m not the same

I dont dress the part.
I dont like stars or hearts
or peace signs on my clothes

But I want to know knowledge untold
I want to see legends too scary to be told
I want to wear my kind of clothes

My pin striped delight, or my button up and pressed.
My black and white corsets, my purple studded buddha belt.
Or my skull crushing boots that reach my knees.
My favorite of all.
My baggy black man jeans.

Oh, how I love to wear things that jingle and tease.
So, What if I was born with this disease?
And when the doctor told my mom,
she was going to give up.
But then the doctor said "No, it's IDGF"
"It's not curable, but it means
She won't give a fuck."

I dont care what you think about my 'fashion'
I'm isis, and I've got a passion.
And I,

I am not alone in this.