Girl inside

I felt once so deformed,
Unhappy in myself,
Wishing I chose another me,
From those upon the shelf.

But then I found the courage,
To listen to that voice,
that cherished little part of me,
She presented me a choice.

On the one hand there was death.
An end to all my pain.
But this was not a choice I'd make,
So I had to think again.

On the other was a secret,
A truth of which, if told,
Would open up my life,
To troubles, new and old.

But make a choice I did.
To tell and not to die,
Of the girl below the surface,
Inside the boy that is a lie.