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Not comfortable with who I am
But not knowing who I want to be
I look in the mirror disgusted
Im a stranger in my own body
This secret has been killing me
Never saying how I truly feel
Not knowing who i'm meant to be
But knowing these feelings are real
I feel like change is my only option
When I just cant go on this way
The person iv'e been all these years
Im scared that it can no longer stay
I dont even know what to do anymore
Because my mind knows this is wrong
I just feel scared and alone right now
Because in this skin is not where I belong
But not knowing who I want to be
I look in the mirror disgusted
Im a stranger in my own body
This secret has been killing me
Never saying how I truly feel
Not knowing who i'm meant to be
But knowing these feelings are real
I feel like change is my only option
When I just cant go on this way
The person iv'e been all these years
Im scared that it can no longer stay
I dont even know what to do anymore
Because my mind knows this is wrong
I just feel scared and alone right now
Because in this skin is not where I belong
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I will Transform
I have a confession
A secret
Of sorts
It's not a joke
A phase
Or a hope
I had a scared thought
So long ago now
Judgment and fear
It intrigued me
On new levels
Of sensation and change
I feel as though I am trapped
Perhaps here
Or perhaps in life
I want to admit now
That I am changing
To better my survival
My body may be foreign
With these God-awful breasts and hips
But I can transform
That's what I do
I have a confession
A secret
Of sorts
I am a human
Perhaps you can't see
But I promise you'll find I don't lie
Gender is beneath me
I want to be free
I will transform
Just wait and you'll see.
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Transgender poem.
I hate this name.
I hate this body.
I hate these hips.
I hate these breasts.
I hate the reflection.
I hate being in the closet.
I hate living 2 different lives.
I hate having to go into girls bathrooms.
I hate having to change in the girl's locker room.
I hate having to look at my name on school work.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate hearing 'she' and 'her'.
I hate trying to explain to people.
I hate feeling so depressed.
I hate being the 'boyish girl'.
I hate not being able to wear my boxers because I'm afraid people will ask questions when I'm in the locker room.
I hate being so awkward.
I hate getting undressed.
I hate m
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The Mildly Suicidal
Silence falls
And it's you and me once again
It's my tactic-
To turn my back
I'm disgusted by your possession over me
What if I want out?
I don't argue
You'll win anyway
So material rules again
Reality, claim my bones!
I am the mildly suicidal-
Too attached to my hatred to die
They say it doesn't matter
That it's all in my heart
Perhaps that's their survival technique
Yet, am I alone in this struggle?
I wish I was only gay
That would solve my case
I don't know myself well enough to say
That perhaps it's something deeper
Today, I woke up in the wrong body
I don't know what else to say
This is my technique
I am the mildl
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ive been going through this for a long time and i dont even know what to do anymore...
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This is very strongly written, I can feel the pain and confusion even though I have never experienced this myself. You have talent.