transgenders dysphoric hell


No one knows the anxiety I face
Never understanding the difficulties of being in my place
I'm a man, in a womens shell
Forever living every day in my dysphoric hell.
I'm used to being just another guy,
But since I started school all I've done is hide.
Dresses there pink here, my forced wardrobe consumes me.
My only salvation is the idea of being out and being free

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I have a female to male cousin and multiple other trans friends. I can only imagine what it must feel like to KNOW that you're supposed to be male, but people still call you a female and use feminine pronouns.

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