The winter I knew
Was as empty as the foggy morning dew 
And they turned the key
On the lock that trapped me 
In the morning breathing cold air 
It was as though there was no one there
Who would ever care 
Though they say they do 
They do their best to threaten you 
With what they think will make you move
Like there is some point they want to prove 
To be a functional adult 
And a “grown woman” is a cult 
That only the brainwashed agree
Is part of what it means to be free 
And you could call me non binary
But it’s really not true
It’s just androgyny coming through 
As I seek to find 
A reason not to go out of my mind 
Sitting in this space with you
As you pour animosity through 
The fill of the glass
It’s all about what you get in class 
When the story’s over 
Did you trample a four leafed clover 
In your attempt to reach the finish line 
And will you only realise when your time 
Here on earth is done
Coz, honey, you are the One