An emotional disaster, it's the way you feel
A chaotic imbalance in a world that's surreal
The disease itself fills you with fear
You're told you'll be fine, but this you don't hear
The surgeon's knife is the only way
To ensure you'll live another day
You cope with the pain, it's physical and severe
But the emotional torment's more difficult to bear
No more psychotic moods every month or so
No more griping pains in the stomach so low
Then why are you not as happy as can be
And celebrating life for all to see
"Celebrating life" the comment cuts deep
Straight through the heart and makes you weep
Life which will never be made by two
Life which will never again come from you
The knife removed the disease, that's clear
And yet you still feel the end is near
The end of femininity, the end of a bond
Never to be felt again, but forever longed
The pain diminishes but the aching is there
And the longing remains - life's so unfair.
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