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Apr 1
I see what they see, yet they don't see what I see
when they look in my reflection, they see what I am
when I look in my reflection, I see what I want to be
when they look in my closet, they see the clothes I wear
when I look into my closet, I see the clothes I want to wear
they see my form as a shell, nothing more than protection
I see my form as a cocoon, with a more beautiful creation inside it's walls
while they see me and I see them
it is not the same in the looking glass
today is national transgender/nonbinary visibility day, so this is for those who stand under that umbrella, dedicated to max
Written by
moon man  18/M/Bakersfield, California
(18/M/Bakersfield, California)   
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