Death of Transgenderism

I am trapped in a cage!A cage of my own skin wrapped around me.And it is inescapableLike metal prison bars around my soul.I've tried to cut my way through,Burn my way out,But nothing can change this hellish skin.Going through life,Going to school,I am nothing but a zoo attractionA freak of nature.I'm a psychotic child surrounded by people who are sane.My fellow students are throwing words at me like bullets"She, miss, her,"Each word another reason to pull the trigger.I'm transgender but I didn't ask for this.I didn't want to be born in a body that betrays me.I am TIRED of being your FREAK.And honestlyI'm just tired of being alive,Like this.

This poem is about: 
Me

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