Check this out for me. I've been writing this and wanted to know your opinions on it. I'm not sure if it's too personal or not so... What do you think?
(It's freestyle by the way)

Don’t know how I get by,
Darkness is by my side,
The scars on my thighs are easy to hide,
though I feel like I'm dying inside,
can't count how much I've cried,
how many times I've lied,
"how are you doing?"
"Oh I'm doing fine".
But you never read inbetween the lines,
See mostly I’m an open book,
It’s not very hard to look
And see,
The person inside of me,
Yeah but the old me was a nobody,
A little boy in the wrong body,
He wishes he was born right,
Used to cry himself to sleep every night,
All he wants is to be a guy,
But God didn't hand him the X and the Y,
I just need some time, I'm tryna think straight.
I just need a moment in my own space,
Ask me how I'm doin', I say "okay",
Yeah, but ain't that what we all say?,
Sometimes I think back to the old days,
In the pointless conversations with young me,
Yeah, back when my momma used to hold me,
I wish somebody would've told me,
That I could be myself from day one,
That I didn’t have to hide from everyone,
That I was supposed to be MY number one,
But I wore a mask shielding myself,
Put myself through mental hell,
All for everybody else,
Agreed and nodded my head,
When all I wanted
Was to lay in bed,
Wished I was dead,
What is a kid supposed to do,
When he feels like he has nothing lose,
Could tie himself a no/ose,
And lie and tell people it’s a swing
And people believe him,
Don’t know how I get by,
Darkness is by my side,
The scars on my thighs are easy to hide,
though I feel like I'm dying inside,
can't count how much I've cried,
how many times I've lied,
"how are you doing?"
"Oh I'm doing fine".
But you never read inbetween the lines,
Now I'm going toward the light
to recovery,
And you belittle me,
Don't say you want to best for me,
Yeah, used to call you Daddy,
Now I wish I could call you Mr. Bi/tchy,
Cos' all you do is nag and complain,
About my chosen name,
Accuse me of playing games,
Well sorry Johnathan but
this life is mine,
I don't belong to you or anybody,
You'll never understand,
And I'm fine with that man,
I don't want your last name,
The name you gave me was lame,
So I'm gonna change it,
It's gonna be fu//cking legit,
Yeah
"Haley Elizabeth Deel" never existed,
but
Thailer Hayes McGalliard is bi/tchen.
The scars on my thighs are easy to hide,
though I feel like I'm dying inside,
can't count how much I've cried,
how many times I've lied,
"how are you doing?"
"Oh I'm doing fine".
But you never read inbetween the lines,
And that's.... fine...