This isn't really a poem, I just needed to put this out into the world.
I get stuck at the times wear I'm changing clothes
And I'm left with no shirt and just my under garment
It takes everything in me not to cry at the curves that makes me all the more easy to mark me as female
The body that at a glance many people would assume I'm a young woman
Society thinks they know who I am at a glance
But living in the body I know nothing
I can say with certainty that I'm not male
Nor am I female
So I'm stuck somewhere in between
With no textbook saying which way I should feel
No parent to tell me how I should fit into society
No norm that I can follow
No large group if people at school that I fit in with
Occasionally I meet someone who understands the confusion
The turmoil that leaves my minds twisting
Dysphoria
Not male nor female
No clear standard on what to do
Do I wear dresses or slacks?
A bra or a binder?
Male shirt or female shirt?
Even as I make choices altering my appearance
Choices that slowly make me more comfortable
But I doubt every choice I make
I doubt every single action
I have no idea how every action is going to come together
I don't know what gender I am
I don't fit in the ways society wants me to
The curves I cover with baggy shirts
That I try my hardest to never look them
I feel like my body isn't mine
I don't fit in
I'm always dysphoric
Sometimes I can handle looking female
Sometimes I have to go make an extreme of the femininity so I can pretend it's okay
Yet most days the baggy shirts don't make up for curves underneath
So I'm stuck
With no guidance
In a world of dysphoric confusion
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