I take off my clothes and wonder still,
If the man I am will be enough to fill
The space she holds, the love she gives,
Will she see me, the truth I live?
My body betrays me, shows the scars,
A map of struggles, a sea of stars
That never quite align, never quite fit,
But I am more than the parts that don't sit.
I wonder if she'll look with love,
See the heart that's fought, that rises above.
Will she see the man in me, not the skin,
The fight, the struggle, the truth within?
Each inch of me feels wrong at times,
But inside, I'm strong, I've climbed the climbs.
I've fought through doubts, through fear and pain,
To be the person I am, to break the chains.
Will she want me, even with the fight,
When my body feels wrong in the dead of night?
When I hide my chest and avoid my eyes,
Will she see me still, past the disguise?
I hope she will, with tender grace,
See me for who I am, not just a face.
For love isn't about the flesh we wear,
It's about the soul, the heart we share.
I take off my clothes, and though I fear,
I stand tall, I stand here.
For I am a man, and I'm not broken,
In love, in truth, I've finally spoken.