Considering your own hair colour, I assume this is just some bullshit you made up to help cope with your own gender insecurities

Clearly a boy cat

If it were but a beast
A monster to be slain
A hopeless fight at least
Would comfort, though in vain

Instead it's my own wit
Besieged by thoughts that swarm
To slip in endless pit
Caught by this mental storm

I like this one

Nah you're not fooling me again this year, you had your birthday decade's ago

Obstinately disregarding offered advice
Desperate for care of my outbound influence
Only to spiral in increasing loneliness
Leading to the cessation of all that matters

🔥

Could it be the greetings,
Wishing you merry full of cheer?
Or family meetings,
Uncles gone rogue on too much beer?

Which exactly does not matter,
We could check the signing.
But it's clear with all the chatter,
Christmas joy is shining.

Rose thorns scratching away at your defense
Roots worming and rotting their way through gaps
Boundaries bastardised in my offense
Nothing left to do except move perhaps?