I'm crying for a girl who never existed.
One who failed but always persisted,
to try and figure out
what makes one woman.
these thoughts about gender felt like a shout,
but this 'girl' was still figuring it out.
Now this person mourns the loss,
of this gender that felt like an albatross.

It's tight around my chest
Like a snake that won't stop to rest
Why is it that now I finally feel free?
The mirror can show the real me
I struggle to take in a breath
I wonder silently if this is death
I was always told not to use Ace
I heard a snap, my ribs displace
It's painful as all hell
I dont care as I say my last farewell
My death bed wrapped around my chest
If only I was born without these *******