Stormy

Cover up the mirror cuz I can't stand the sight of me
Every single organ is on fire on the inside of me
Stewing in a brew made of black coffee and anxiety
Burning to the marrow of my bones who I had tried to be

Waiting out the storm but it keeps comin', come on make it pass
My body mind and soul feel like I'm dragging them through liquid glass
I haven't slept in days but I am stubborn, I know I can last
The storm is stubborn too, and I don't think it's moving very fast

The words I've typed the first and last that I could ever want to say
The dam inside me cracks and makes me almost say it anyway
The waves are crashing into me, I'm drowning take the pain away
Until I know that I must say the words that just can't not say.

The clouds are parting finally, I'm staring at a ruined world
The bile builds inside me and it almost makes my toenails curl
My body aches with grief, my stomach turns I almost hurl
"Brother, I can't not say it. I'm a girl."

This poem is about: 
Me

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