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They're going to the beach today,
But I can't go,
Because they'll know.

I'll lay upon my towel,
Looking to the sky,
Then from out of nowhere,
I know I'll hear the cry:

"You're a faggot", "you're a guy!"
"You're a Bloke in a sarong".
I do not have the strength in me,
To explain why they are wrong.

So I'll stay at home, Sat inside,
And watch my big tv.
That's all I need, that's all I have,
Just myself and me.

They're going for a swim today,
But I can't go,
Because they'll know.

I'll be stared at when I change,
I'll be looked at with disdain,
Before I even start to swim,
Paranoia turns to pain.

So I'll stay at home, in the warm,
And play games on my phone.
That's all I need, that's all I have,
Just me, myself, alone.

They all go places I can't go,
Because if I go,
Then they'll know,
They'll know I'm broken,
That I'm not right,
Fear turns to hate,
And they ignite,
Words of spite,
Words of pain,
Cutting deep,
Over again.

So I'll stay at home, and I'll wait,
I'll look forward to the day,
When I can truly be the girl I am,
In every single way.