Queer Insane

It’s hard enough to be insane,
Without the ignorance and shame,
With stigma tossed into the fray,
Sometimes it’s hard to face the day,
And should you falter in your mood,
While haters give you attitude,
Remember heads with wiser brains,
Have rainbows running through their veins.

Square peg labels, sullen woes,
It’s always petulance that crows,
Forever told to dress and act,
As if my very soul were cracked,
But madness gives me freedom here,
To celebrate my inner queer,
I wear my pride with labels torn,
And will embrace my crazy dawn.

So do your best to cage me in,
Your toxic ways will never win,
For I have found just where I fit,
The perfect mix of sass and wit,
With manic means to penetrate,
What ever dangers line the gate,
I will not fear the Trojan horse,
You cannot halt my raging force.

Now join me in my pert malaise,
The world it needs a purple haze,
Be gay, be trans, be what you like,
Ride proud upon that coloured bike,
And break the shackles of the meek,
For madness needs a place to speak,
There’s power in the words I spy,
I’m queer insane, but still I fly.

© The Complicated Bunny – 23 Oct 2021

Younger Self

If I could write my younger self,
Such heartache I could heal,
By shedding wounds that festered,
In a world that wasn’t real,
No longer an imposter,
I could set my gender free,
And finally begin to own,
The story that was me.

A story filled with spectrums,
And a journey filled with light,
A chance to feel connected,
With a spirit burning bright,
Not silenced by society,
Nor told just who to be,
Affirmed by introspection,
Proud and loud for all to see.

Not waiting for a hero,
To come save me from my fate,
Instead I’d saddle up and be,
The one who holds the gate,
Wide open for support,
So that my younger self could dare,
To live a life that’s full of hope,
With happiness to spare.

If I could write my younger self,
I’d give them all the rules,
Then burn the piece of paper,
And reject the sodden fools,
Who claim to spew the rhetoric,
For which we must dispel,
If I could write my younger self,
I’d tell them to rebel.

© The Complicated Bunny – 18 Jul 2021


I’m 52 and questioning,
This life I’ve always led,
A girl, but not a woman,
Nor a man, it must be said,
A gender which society,
Deems binary in scale,
But I am learning spectrums,
And I find I must set sail.

Toward some new horizons,
That the world considers queer,
But I am not an orphan,
On this journey, that is clear,
I’m finally embracing,
What it feels like to be free,
Not bound by any chains,
Nor any rules to pigeon me.

My life is mine to live,
And I will live as I see fit,
My gender being fluid,
My identity now lit,
To shoot across the sky,
Just like a rainbow after rain,
Respect the girl within,
By letting go of bitter pain.

Embrace the soul that lingers,
For its wings were never broke,
The sense of self that cowered,
Aptly found its voice and spoke,
You cannot live a life of lies,
Expecting pain to heal,
The truth will always set you free,
It’s time for its reveal.

And so I will come out and say,
With comfort ever more,
The person so confused by life,
Has evened up the score,
A soul once so conflicted,
Never feeling love nor wealth,
Just needed to be healed,
With an authentic sense of self.

© The Complicated Bunny – 17 Jul 2021