Prisoner in my own body



I’m trapped.


I’m being held inside myself,

I get asked…

Are you a boy?

Are you a girl?

What are you?

Why do you dress like that?

What is wrong with you?


I reply nothing is wrong with me.

They don’t believe me.

What is wrong with me?

Why can’t I be a boy one day?

And a girl the next?

Why can’t I be happy?

Why am I being told what to do with my body?


Is it not mine?

Am I meant to conform?

Why should I?


I am myself,

He, she, him, her.

Neither, or both.

I am still human.


Please don’t make me…

A prisoner in my own body!

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