People look at me;
Call me him and he;
Call me man and sir;
And that kills me for sure.
Wish I wasn't so weak;
Wish my eyes wouldn't leak;
Whenever someone calls me a guy;
Whenever my dysphoria rises so high.
Why am I trans? I didn't choose this;
Why can't I be normal; I wanna be cis;
Being a guy or a girl, it matters not;
All I want is to be in the binary, the one we've been taught.
For now I'll just smile, and alone I'll cry;
And secretly wish that someday soon I'd die;
'Cause I know I'm cursed; I'll never find joy.
'Cause I'm fated to be a girl who passes as a boy.
*hugs*
don't worry what other people think, okay? people make first thoughts by appearances; we judge, we can't help that, it's human nature. we can't help what we think. it's not you're fault you're transgendered. you can't stop your brain from wanting you to be a girl. it's not your fault, Josie. so don't wish you would die, because of what people think, or even what you want to think.
you're a girl. period. people who think you're a boy at first glance don't know anything.
because you're a girl on the inside, and the inside is what counts (/\^w^/\)
i really hope i didn't make anything worse sorry