Dysphoric
Gender Dysphoria. What a lovely poison It fills my insides, seeps down my chin You do not know me as you think A heavy fog fills my mind, blocking out the world and yet. . . I still hear the daggers and arrows you call words, digging into my chest. "She, her, daughter, lady, miss, female" Incorrect. No, you do not know me as you think. The figure you see before me is my body, yes. But you do not know my mind. A twisted writhing mass of agony Bleeding from your words That is the real me But you'll never see it.
- Published May 13, 2020, 05:49
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