I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. Life, as they say, happened and it's been rough the past six months. I'll be updating more frequently in the coming months.
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I peel my eyes open in the morning
To face the world with apathy.
I know I need to focus on
How to help myself,
But it’s so hard.
I hate myself.
The scars on my
Wrists attest to that.
The face in the mirror is
All wrong. My eyes are empty.
My body belongs to a stranger.
I can’t find myself in my
Reflection. I am gone.
If not in my body,
Where am I?
I dream in a
Different body, a
Male one. Is that why
I’m so depressed? No, there’s
More to it than my gender. But what?
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PoetryThis is a story. It is not fiction. It is not written to elicit sympathy, only to shed light upon this misunderstood topic. It is written poetry-style and is not exaggerated in any way.
