Trapped in a body not mine,
Feelings suffocating, hard to resign,
Belongingness an eternal chase,
Questioning my existence, my place,
Identity crisis, a constant war,
Society's norms a suffocating chore,
Gender dysphoria, a burden to bear,
Acceptance and self-love, a journey to share.
Alone in my thoughts, I yearn for a sign.
A glimmer of hope, a way to align.
To break free from the chains that bind,
And embrace the person I have in mind.
Though trapped in a reflection,
That isn't even mine.
Unable to look,
Without a tear rolling down my cheek.
The weight of it all, sometimes too much to speak.
This isn't a body of mine,
That's not even my name.
I'm not a she, a her, a girl, or lady,
I'm a they, a them, an enby.
YOU ARE READING
My attempts at poetry....
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Are met with blank stares As I struggle to convey Emotions and thoughts with care Rhyme schemes and syllables I twist and I bind Hoping one day to find The perfect words to unwind
