House with no mirrors

If the walls didn't shatter my pride

I'd have been one of a kind

Ceaseless thoughts I'd have declined

An empathy for myself I'd have defined

Thinking why I was designed

I'd have found self love behind

This uncomfortable skin that binds

A barren soul and heart combined

Nor by gender would I be confined

In this hollow bottle of so called mind

Perhaps I would have been blind

And have been a bit more kind

In a house with no mirrors