Anima ii de Sopor Aeternus

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