These feelings can suck my non-existent dick
That just makes the dysphonia worse
My dysphoria peaks when my estrogen levels do
Sorry, but cisfolks just can't understand what I'm going through.
Sympathy ain't empathy
and empathy's a bitch
When all you can do is wonder why you were born
These lumps that weigh so heavy upon my chest
They hold me down, a clown, I can't be my best.
And when that blood gushes from between my legs
I'm sucked down down down into the dregs
of my subconscious
A place that makes me nauseous
Or maybe that's just the monthly cramps
That always precede that red spot on my boxers,
I can't contain these feeling
They’re gonna burst out
But even as I lie here my heart sags with doubt
Because being born to this society
in this body
Makes it impossible to really be me without
I need to find a way to be set free.
I need to find a way for me to really be me