Anima (I & II)

The Woman I am no mirror can see, My breast are still small and my voice is so deep. The Woman I am unable (she cannot) feel love, I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs. The woman I am prepared to receive the pain. The needles shall burn only the ugly remains. Suppression is impossible, I must live it out, My true self is female how could I ever doubt...