What is true? I am truly
the man I see in the mirror
with my eyes wide open, devoid

of pitifulness
and, no matter what happens
I am free now, Mama

more beautiful than the man
you wanted to see, the one I was
because everything seemed easier then

but I am no longer that
jester, I'm starting over
with or without you

You don't have to cry
I no longer wish
I had never been born

I am free now, Mama
I am not in hell
I dedicate my life

to how I was made
no matter how difficult that is
no matter how things turn out