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Crimson Truths
What I desire will never
desire me in return.
As the actress I am, no one
sees the distress in my heart.
Sorrow, pain
these are not beautiful,
not passionate.
I force them from me and a
sharp, burning rage replaces them.
I am trapped in the wrong form
and this body pollutes me.
A woman who is not female.
My pain is unknown to most,
my true beauty hidden from
sight.
To others I am ugly.
I am strange, I am impure.
The fourth-rate corpse with no
visitors.
Demoted again and again,
insulted and injured by
handsome dogs on tight leashes
and icy superiors.
What I want refuses me.
Apparently happiness is my
punishment.
The golden fruit on a branch
that is forever just out of my
reach.
What I desire will never
desire me in return.
As the actress I am, no one
sees the distress in my heart.
Sorrow, pain
these are not beautiful,
not passionate.
I force them from me and a
sharp, burning rage replaces them.
I am trapped in the wrong form
and this body pollutes me.
A woman who is not female.
My pain is unknown to most,
my true beauty hidden from
sight.
To others I am ugly.
I am strange, I am impure.
The fourth-rate corpse with no
visitors.
Demoted again and again,
insulted and injured by
handsome dogs on tight leashes
and icy superiors.
What I want refuses me.
Apparently happiness is my
punishment.
The golden fruit on a branch
that is forever just out of my
reach.
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Omg Grell *sobs and hugs him*