Dsyphoria

Location

37020
United States
35° 37' 13.0332" N, 86° 21' 28.6272" W

Do you know what its like
To be your own worst enemy?
To feel trapped inside a body,
That you truly feel, is not yours.
Those things on your chest,
And between your legs,
Those are not yours.
You cant figure out where they came from.
They must belong to someone else, you think.
That's the only explanation.
That blood the pours from you each month,
That's someone else's too.
"Why did God make me like this?"
You wonder as you lay in your bed,
Crying those clear tears that never seem to go away
"Does He hate me? Why cant I just be in the right body?
I am a BOY, that's all I am.
I like sports, cars, wrestling, and girls,
I dont like makeup, nail polish, skirts
I prefer blue to pink, and pants to dresses.
I belong in a body with a penis, and a flat chest.
I look in the mirror. I don't see how.....
these curves arent mine.
These hips, this vagina, these breasts, those are
not mine.....
You feel yourself slowly start to slip into sleep
As the rage subsides,
Just before you get to that peaceful place
That sweet escape,
Where you ARE in the right body,
A single tear falls on your pillow,
Leaving a small wet spot,
And when it dries,
It will join the million others that have fallen

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