Always keep a stiff upper lip
Always keep your chin up,
But when the weight of the world is hanging on you,
What is one to do?

I try so hard to stay happy
To stay cheerful and light.
Yet with a sea of death and despair around me,
It makes everything seem futile.

I Try so hard,
To be a shoulder to cry on
To be the comfort my friends may call on.
But when will I be given the same,
Or am I to harden my heart,
and "Take it like a man?"

I am in the right restroom,
I am wearing the right clothing,
I am not confused,
I am in the wrong body

Yes, My mother knows of my "condition".
Maybe I am mentally ill.
But that is not for you to decide.
Yes, This is of my own free will,
And not an act of rebellion.

I am not a girl.
This is my real name.
I am Kayden T. Widmer
And Yes, I am a boy.

My dearest one
The trials you do go through.
For my mind if fractured;
My Soul, tattered
My heart; all but dust.

Yet with your infinately gentle touch,
Your kind and patient heart,
You seem determined to pick up those jagged pieces,
And with the utmost care,
Make me whole again.

Many times I will trying to thank you
Many times I will try to prove my love.
Over and over again, yet my words are never enough.
And Still, You cheer me on,
Holding my hand and keeping me safe.

You are my dearest love
And I pray you never tire of me.