Poem 2

You embarrass us when you walk with us, 

You should stop going out. 

You make us feel disgusted when you are with us, 

We should stop hanging out. 

You make us uncomfortable with your cross dressing, 

You should dress like a man. 

You need treatment of your disorder

You'll be normal then. 

Do they really understand? 

Or just like suggesting? 

One day they'll stop liking me, 

So should I stop breathing?