He had wanted to say it.
He needed to say his bit.
He was terrified of it.
But he didn't care.

He felt as if he was fighting a bear.
He wasn't right.
He wasn't normal.
He couldn't be like a light.

He was odd.
His lot had been with him.
He.
He had too much.

The steps hated him.
His heart had killed him.
His tears flowed from his eyes.
Billed a freak and built with lies.

He said it.
Finally he spoke.
He said his bit.
"Mum, dad."

He was born a girl.