What happened to my wig?
I took it off...
I was tired of covering up my truth;
Lying about who I truly am.
My crown was buried underneath its lies...
As if ... In spite of ... Because...
I Couldn't face the reality
Chosen for me.
Ashamed, Insane,
Blinded by the ideals of who, what and...
How am I suppose to be?
Society says one thing,
but who am I...to me?
You can judge me, however, you want.
Withhold from me, what's rightfully mine.
But if I keep wearing this wig...
I will start to believe you.
