Shame, Shame

“Its all my fault!

If I hadnt dressed like a girl

let my true self out for a twirl

he wouldnt have wanted to hurt me

take my body, then desert me

Why didnt I bash him on the nose?

what went wrong that made me froze?

So I stuff my girl self deep inside

even though it makes me cry

and within I start to die

Because it was all my fault!”

“Its all my fault!

If I hadnt told the doc of my distress

of my wish to wear a dress

he wouldnt have made me his toy

to show me what happens to a sissy boy

Why did I trust him with my secret self

instead of keeping it on the shelf?

So I spend my remaining years

lost and unable to face my fears

and I weep till I drown in my tears

Because it was all my fault!”

Shame, shame, that’s the refrain

We hear it within, it will never change

As long as we hold inside our guilt

till it becomes the prison that we’ve built

To be released is to face our fear

confront a lie we’ve held so dear

The truth will set us free they say

but we cant do that, so inside we stay

and take a price not ours to pay

Until at last we can say

IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!