#dysphoric - Hello Poetry

a girl oddity out of time wrong place no reason no rhyme wasting space a rich commodity unfurl

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC

Suns_N_Roses

anachronistic

a girl oddity out of time wrong place no reason no rhyme wasting space a rich commodity unfurl

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Isn't it a lonely world? Watching from the other side My life is just passing me by "You naughty girl, Questionably feminine, You know you are a freaking sin!" Gouge my eyes and watch me scream Another day Won't wake up to my dreams What can I say When you wouldn't listen? I don't have your permission Look into the massive sky Feeling so inferior I cry on the interior "You shameful guy, Excuse of masculinity." I'm never allowed to be me Gouge my eyes and watch me scream Another day Won't wake up to my dreams What can I say When you wouldn't listen? I don't have your permission What can I say, But dream another day?

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Apr 3, 2023

Apr 3, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC

Asominate

Permission

Isn't it a lonely world? Watching from the other side My life is just passing me by "You naughty girl, Questionably feminine, You know you are a freaking sin!" Gouge my eyes and watch me scream Another day Won't wake up to my dreams What can I say When you wouldn't listen? I don't have your permission Look into the massive sky Feeling so inferior I cry on the interior "You shameful guy, Excuse of masculinity." I'm never allowed to be me Gouge my eyes and watch me scream Another day Won't wake up to my dreams What can I say When you wouldn't listen? I don't have your permission What can I say, But dream another day?

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Pain wracks my fragile bones. Everything hurts me, So please, please don't Come close or touch me. I can't look at my body Because it isn't what I want. I know it's selfish, you see, But it's a paper without a font. My skin is a tapestry of Beauty and pretty and all In the perfect girl you'd love, But guys: absolutely appalled. Nothing matched on me- I'm the missing left sock, My bones' rattle is all I'll be Until I take the final walk.

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Apr 26, 2021

Apr 26, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC

rebrandedidiot

Dysphoric

Pain wracks my fragile bones. Everything hurts me, So please, please don't Come close or touch me. I can't look at my body Because it isn't what I want. I know it's selfish, you see, But it's a paper without a font. My skin is a tapestry of Beauty and pretty and all In the perfect girl you'd love, But guys: absolutely appalled. Nothing matched on me- I'm the missing left sock, My bones' rattle is all I'll be Until I take the final walk.

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It’s hard to breathe when I see A body that doesn’t belong to me It’s hard to rid water drops When I ponder when will it ever stop Cascading brown hair of mine Dreamed to cut it for a couple of dimes My lilted feminine voice Reminds me I am a girl with no choice Who is that in front of me? An imposter, a demon, could it be? My soul breaks into a weep Until, there stood somebody just like me Hair silky, smooth, white like snow His porcelain complexion barely glows Peach pouty and heart shaped lips Eyes are deep black caves, like a mystic maze Earbuds glued into his ears Face of dopiness or could it be fear? Slender, short legs carry him When he passes by I stupidly grin When will I see him again? Forget it, he’s likely graduating Dejection bounced in my mind Where I’m from, my kind of love was a crime Two and a half years passed by I’m in the big school and no longer shy Walked the great halls with belief Until, there stood somebody just like me He did change and so has I I cut my hair, but he’s got the same eyes Tousled rough black hair, shaved sides Much less heavy, which came by a surprise Our eyes locked like magnets Studied his lips, my gaze hard as granite His shoulder brushed against mine Stomach tingles and my heart intertwines Staring at him paralyzed I cannot look away, I don’t know why He looks like someone I know Someone I knew back a while ago Is it wrong if I pursue? Do you think it’s weird that I follow you? Hopeless like a winter tree Until, there stood somebody just like me Once it’s over I’ll feel blue When you graduate I won’t forget you Hope you’ll remember me too It’s nice to have someone to relate to

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Dec 22, 2019

Dec 22, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC

Koi

Someone Like Me

It’s hard to breathe when I see A body that doesn’t belong to me It’s hard to rid water drops When I ponder when will it ever stop Cascading brown hair of mine Dreamed to cut it for a couple of dimes My lilted feminine voice Reminds me I am a girl with no choice Who is that in front of me? An imposter, a demon, could it be? My soul breaks into a weep Until, there stood somebody just like me Hair silky, smooth, white like snow His porcelain complexion barely glows Peach pouty and heart shaped lips Eyes are deep black caves, like a mystic maze Earbuds glued into his ears Face of dopiness or could it be fear? Slender, short legs carry him When he passes by I stupidly grin When will I see him again? Forget it, he’s likely graduating Dejection bounced in my mind Where I’m from, my kind of love was a crime Two and a half years passed by I’m in the big school and no longer shy Walked the great halls with belief Until, there stood somebody just like me He did change and so has I I cut my hair, but he’s got the same eyes Tousled rough black hair, shaved sides Much less heavy, which came by a surprise Our eyes locked like magnets Studied his lips, my gaze hard as granite His shoulder brushed against mine Stomach tingles and my heart intertwines Staring at him paralyzed I cannot look away, I don’t know why He looks like someone I know Someone I knew back a while ago Is it wrong if I pursue? Do you think it’s weird that I follow you? Hopeless like a winter tree Until, there stood somebody just like me Once it’s over I’ll feel blue When you graduate I won’t forget you Hope you’ll remember me too It’s nice to have someone to relate to

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I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound I know its a part of me I know its there but it feels temporary and a little gross like I sliced my thumb on glass at 1 am my binder is a bandage and it's hard to take off because the wound will open up And my back hurts wearing from bandage But it's so much better than Seeing where my skin splits in two

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC

arden

Untitled

I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound I know its a part of me I know its there but it feels temporary and a little gross like I sliced my thumb on glass at 1 am my binder is a bandage and it's hard to take off because the wound will open up And my back hurts wearing from bandage But it's so much better than Seeing where my skin splits in two

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I might secretly be a snake it feels as if I'm wearing my own skin as a mask it is no longer my own and no one wants to buy a used skin... I wish a snake would tell me how to shed it. but if I do, will I still be a person? will I still be the same? I... I suppose i'll... keep wearing the full body mask, and try to remember the mannerisms of me, so no one gets suspicious. it's working so far. but I think that's because the humans around me aren't looking for the right things, if at all... I'd like to meet other snakes.

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Nov 17, 2018

Nov 17, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

StrangeTimesForStrangerPeople

Untitled

I might secretly be a snake it feels as if I'm wearing my own skin as a mask it is no longer my own and no one wants to buy a used skin... I wish a snake would tell me how to shed it. but if I do, will I still be a person? will I still be the same? I... I suppose i'll... keep wearing the full body mask, and try to remember the mannerisms of me, so no one gets suspicious. it's working so far. but I think that's because the humans around me aren't looking for the right things, if at all... I'd like to meet other snakes.

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I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound I know it's a part of me, I know it's there, But it feels temporary, And a little gross, Like when I sliced my thumb On glass at 1am. My binder is a bandage And it's hard to take it off, Because I feel the wound open up, And my back hurts from wearing the bandage, But it's so much better than Seeing where my skin splits in two

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Nov 15, 2018

Nov 15, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC

re_ross_

my chest

I look at my chest the way I'd look at a wound I know it's a part of me, I know it's there, But it feels temporary, And a little gross, Like when I sliced my thumb On glass at 1am. My binder is a bandage And it's hard to take it off, Because I feel the wound open up, And my back hurts from wearing the bandage, But it's so much better than Seeing where my skin splits in two

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I carve myself out of a cardboard cutout, I wish I wasn't empty, stuck between two worlds that do not want me. I am like the globe, shattered. Rushing blood gurgles through my veins to my head, my words sound like Russian out my hot mouth "so spicy" they say it cause I'm foreign to them. My blood pressure rises, makes the tea kettle screams, on the perfect pictured home oven, i am fuming. I look out at the white picket fence, raised oppressed gates, overtaxed, overcharged, overfed, rising still. The fury builds inside me, I stomp the fence, break the oven, crash the globe, and weep at the crap I was made out of. we will never win. but, it doesn't matter if we're the minority or majority, the darker you are, the faster you talk, the farther away from the home land ... they'll still give you the gun. But, they'll blame you for everything that happens after.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC

TheRealAlfa

Dysphoric Dissociation

I carve myself out of a cardboard cutout, I wish I wasn't empty, stuck between two worlds that do not want me. I am like the globe, shattered. Rushing blood gurgles through my veins to my head, my words sound like Russian out my hot mouth "so spicy" they say it cause I'm foreign to them. My blood pressure rises, makes the tea kettle screams, on the perfect pictured home oven, i am fuming. I look out at the white picket fence, raised oppressed gates, overtaxed, overcharged, overfed, rising still. The fury builds inside me, I stomp the fence, break the oven, crash the globe, and weep at the crap I was made out of. we will never win. but, it doesn't matter if we're the minority or majority, the darker you are, the faster you talk, the farther away from the home land ... they'll still give you the gun. But, they'll blame you for everything that happens after.

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I Have Become a Prisoner in my own skin

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC

CollectionOFcells

Dysphoric

I Have Become a Prisoner in my own skin

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who are you? please tell me for i'd love to know i'll invite you in for tea and biscuits, you can tell me everything please tell me who you are i'd really love to know for otherwise you're nothing more than just a stranger to me.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC

someone-somewhere

Dysphoria

who are you? please tell me for i'd love to know i'll invite you in for tea and biscuits, you can tell me everything please tell me who you are i'd really love to know for otherwise you're nothing more than just a stranger to me.

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