It's a feeling.
A feeling that you're wrong.
That inner part of you just wants to crawl out and be free
But the physical and mental chains of your body bind you.
It's looking in the mirror and being unable to admire your body.
It's taking showers and looking down
Looking down at the body you wish you weren't born with.
It's trying desperately to unleash your inner beauty
Through whatever it takes.
You feel as if you're trapped.
Your true self trapped inside a cage.
A cage that only gets smaller with time.
And you have claustrophobia.
A room that fills with water.
And you have aquaphobia.
You want to scream and shout who you are in anger.
I'm not a boy!
I'm not a girl!
"You were my little boy!"
"We raised a girl!"
NO! NO! NO!
I am not who you think I am.
I am a boy everyone insists is a girl.
I am a girl everyone insists is a boy.
I am a boy that my MIND insists is a girl.
I am a girl that my MIND insists is a boy.