I Know Who I Am

Behind the curtain,

under the bed,

harrassed and rejected;

I'm already dead.


I'm not confused,

I know who I am.

And on the inside,

I am a man.


I see it in my hands,

I feel it when I walk.

I feel it in my bones,

I hear it when I talk.


Physically female,

I am forced to hide

who I really am,

and so I lie.


It kills me to live

as a teenage girl;

I want nothing more

than to be male in this world.


The thoughts entrap

my mind and my soul.

Every smile, every laugh 

starts to take its toll.


I live in a fog, behind a curtain,

a mask;

and long for the day when I'll be

free at last.




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