the boy in the park (a transgender poem)

He sat alone on a bench in the street lamp lit park staring out at the city full of happy people living their lives. He envied them.

To on lookers he was a brave independent girl smoking a cigarette alone in the dark, a mysterious woman who preferred her isolated bubble to the world that lay before her

But instead he was a lost, lonely, tragic little boy longing for the world to see him as he saw himself, trapped in a shell of a body that should not belong to him.

As he thought of it all he felt nausia hit him. Where did he even begin?

Break his family's heart & bring more stress upon them, alienate himself from his assosiates and make life a living hell for himself.

Where did he begin to explain how he felt?

Yet he knew he could not live this way forever, that one day jake would be known, be proud, be brave, be strong.

But until that day he hid beneath the lies of his womanly curves and fought back the tears behind his girly laugh.

"I'll tell them someday" sighed the boy in the street lamp lit park "someday the world will know who I really am"