#genderdysphoria
You never asked to be
the world or
my ending salvation
But you should have
known the prominent
features I'd built
Granted,
you were a piece of a puzzle
I finished at the end
but you never fit
so I cut surrounding pieces
to finish the end
The picture
never unfolded
the way I knew it should
be, my body never
fit the gaps in the mirror
in my mind, the holes
along my sides
the bulge at my heart
You never chose to be
the world or
a reasoning admiration
But you should have
known the prominent
habits I'd held
Then again
you were a piece of a puzzle
you finished at the end
but you never fit mine
I forgot you weren't mine
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
Take your ***
And make a new start
Turn it over
because the reason you
are needing is there.
It's revolving around
itself and you, slowly to
prove its penny
Cover it up
because the people you
get viewed by. They're
spinning ideas in their
minds, to scream, change
at you and for you, to
prove its penny
Make more sense,
It's not ladylike to be
A poet, or a writer.
To tell tales and metaphors
that spin on the world
to prove its cent
Quickly hide
now, there's something
after your holding bars.
It's not his fault he roams
but it sure does hurt
when he cries to
clean his craving
Turn it over
again because it's just
what you need, to change
who you were for into
who you are, a person for
the world to see and guess.
To play jeopardy over your
body, screaming runes
you scribble out
Crank the wheel
now, spin the bottle,
listen to the wind
as it's screams get coated
in a melody it never sung.
Press the level
now, pray to and for
the sky to fall
a penny to prove
Take your shovel
And make a restart
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
All I am is misgendered
She instead of he
She instead of it
She instead of they
She instead of ze
Her instead of him
Her instead of its
Her instead of them
Her instead of zir
Always pretending
Fake smile
hiding the pain
never truly existing
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
i'm trapped in a pink cage
with ribbons, lace and bows.
let me out.
i'm trapped in a pink cage
with ***** wide hips and a squeaky voice.
i'm not a girl.
i'm trapped in a pink cage
with dresses, skirts and the word she.
stop looking at me.
i'm trapped in a pink cage
with everything wrong.
i didn't want to be like this.
blue paint all over,
trying to hide what i am.
i'm a boy.
i'm a boy.
pink patches peek through.
_i'm not ashamed._
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
I wish I were a boy.
I wish I could ruffle my dark hair
I wish I could kiss other boys
I wish they'd see me as a boy too
I wish I could dress in boxers
I wish my neck's apple was seen when I laugh
I wish my voice was rough and smooth
I wish girls looked at me and think
I wish he were a boy.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC
Her
Her
Her
Her
You want to see her in a pretty dress
That restricts the ribs, the lungs
Like my makeshift chest binder from years back
Her in a sparkly tiara
That weighs down the head
And makes me look
down
down
Down at her shoes
High-heeled and floral
In which I stumble
In her father-daughter dance
Where he smiles bright
At his brilliant, beautiful-
Her blowing out the candles
Wishing for
...
I've only ever wished to rid of her,
And now here I am hidden behind these candles
In this dance,
Shoes,
Tiara,
Dress,
Body,
Her.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
I wonder, a lot of the time,
what it would be like if I were born a
boy.
Would I be happier?
Relieved from this feeling to over-masculinize myself
to combat the more obvious feminine features...
The "girl" voice
"Girl" body
"Girl" hair
"Girl" name
"Girl" demeanor
"Girl"
"Girl"
"Girl"
Baby
"Girl"
...
What if I were born a baby
"Boy"
Well then, that wouldn't make it any better, now would it.
Then it would all be,
"Boy"
"Boy"
"Boy"
"Boy" demeanor
"Boy" name
"Boy" hair
"Boy" body
"Boy" voice
So, even if my chromosomes were lost an X, had a Y instead,
I would still be bound to the same fate.
The same hurt that is gender dysphoria.
Society-
or, God?-
has only made two categories,
two choices
two sexes
two lives
two boxes.
I wonder, then,
what it would be like
if that wasn't so.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
I am ‘dying’, that’s what some say; killing beauty to leave ugliness behind.
I ‘mutilate’, though I seemed butchered before.
I ‘desecrate’, though I feel myself violated after the first blood.
I ‘poison’ myself, though I felt a venom flowing in me long before.
I **** searching for a mirage, something that isn’t meant to be.
But that’s not what I’m doing.
I trim what has been holding me down to become weightless.
I expose myself to make myself stronger and give color to a blank canvas.
I nourish myself with what my body has been craving to keep myself alive.
‘You killed her!’ some cry.
No, I am taking off the mask and shedding the skin since it was getting too stuffy to breathe.
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:35 AM UTC
If I could be He,
I'd grin ear to ear.
I'd laugh with a new voice,
and sing with boisterous cheer.
If I could be He,
I'd dance the night away.
I'd twirl around a girl,
and ask her if she'd stay.
If I could be He,
I'd no longer have to bind.
I'd lay shirtless on the beach,
and leave bottled messages to find.
If I could be He,
which I might never be,
I'd be eternally happy.
And I'd finally be me.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
i always wanted to be a fairy;
to be small,
skinny,
and free
to be able to fly,
soar through the clouds,
and touch the sun
i longed to be a vampire
so i could be beautifully pale,
survive on liquid alone,
and be asleep all day
i wished to be a zombie
so i didn’t have to eat,
so i could see my ribs,
and just rest in peace
i prayed to be a witch,
or a warlock;
make people see me for me,
and see me as a boy
i just want it all to get better
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
You scream THEM
You shout it from the rooftops
Bellowing until you throat cracks
But they hear SHE
'She' they say with sweet smiles
You continue your shouts
Begging them to understand
THEM you wail
Your voice breaks as you sink to the ground
They lay a comforting hand on your shoulder
Then whisper in your ear with breath like a poisonous flower
'She'
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
The fear of your own flesh
The skin that cages you helplessly
As a fish frozen inside a lake
Banished from the sunsets lovely
Cold, stagnant and painful
The knowing your body is raw
Sorrow one could only feel in dreams
Just as fearful as knowing it’s wrong
Skin caging us so tightly, like
The potatoes your aunt used to peel
Sitting in your grandmas chair
The memories of when you were better
A child riding a half broken bike
Figuring out how to get the jelly jar to seal
Putting up and braiding long hair
Writing important Christmas letters
Now all that fills you is worry
Your family cant understand the
Skin they gave you isnt fitting
And all you can explain is because
Because it’s how you grew up
Because it’s how you’ve become
Because your head was never ******* on right
And now you fear being alone
Now all that you are is someone
Your family doesn’t know but I swear
As you explore on your own
You find people who love and care
They love and care and hold you
Peeling potatoes of their own
And together you watch the sunset
As you explore you wont ever be alone
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
hi! my name is DEADNAME
i hear it resonate through my dysphoria, i recoil from my body. i desperately want to hold a match stick up to my birth certificate and watch every letter blacken into ash, when i grow up to be a tombstone i want you to burn me too. ignite all the dresses i wore to church.
my name is WOMAN and
no matter how many times i insist that it is not, i will be categorized with a quaking punch in my stomach and i will throw up SHE. no matter how many times i jam this hoodie into a washing machine it will reek of MISS. i am cloaked with words of caution to the public (WARNING: PROBABLY JUST A PHASE) in attempts to subdue the truth because if it unraveled i would be myself, and myself will shatter minds and destroy virtue because my psyche is a crime scene, my humanity is a dangerous opinion, and my identity is a car crash. it is a siren wailing magenta; it wraps around my chest like police tape- i wish i could use it as a binder. those knuckles feel infinitely more therapeutic than the aftershock of FEMALE. i would much rather be bruised and downtrodden and battered and beaten from every centimeter of my body than to submit to the declarations of GIRL. i want you to punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please punch me again please
my name is DELUSIONAL and
i heal paper cuts with bow ties because it’s as close as i can get to a suit when me and my wardrobe are confined within the same nine square feet of wooden floor. i still come close to weeping when i get my flu shot, but fill that syringe with testosterone and by god you can slay me like a beast, skewer that needle through my skin like a katana and i will embrace it. i will live for the torment, pretty hurts and, by god, i am a ********* to mask the sting by god i will sing like a gospel, a gospel who gets called handsome by strangers and owns a voice deep as a ********* ravine.
my name is SNOWFLAKE and
i hope i give you hypothermia, *******
my name is YOUNG LADY and
while filling out my passport application i flooded the box with an M beside it with ink and never told my mother and i smiled to myself for the first time that week and i still don’t regret it, i will never regret it because no matter how many times i hear edicts of DAUGHTER she can never take that precious M away from me.
my name is SINNER and
i am a disgrace to faith. a mutant, a freak, an abomination, a monstrosity, not a man- just a girl who aspires to mutilate herself into an excuse for one. i am a shapeshifting sorcerer, you see LESS THAN HUMAN. little do you know i am a ******* DEMIGOD and i may be the owner of weeping willow twigs for arms and i may be left on the brink of passing out when i climb up the stairs but i will grip you by the collar of your shirt and haul you into hell with me on the other side of this mirror, by god.
my name is BLAISE.
i found this out at age eleven. i deciphered myself at age eleven. it’s just one syllable. it is a firecracker mistaken for a gunshot and i will leave cisnormativity riddled with bullets and the pistol’s name will be BLAISE. a kid from middle school will run into me on the street and tell me they can’t quite remember what my name is and i’ll shamelessly rewrite history and remind them, it’s BLAISE; a lady at starbucks will ask what to write on my cup and i will say BLAISE and she’ll spell it 'blaze', but i don't give a **** it’s good enough, i will scream my revelation from my fire escape at four in the morning in triumph MY NAME IS BLAISE and someone will yell back from their car HEY BLAISE, SHUT THE **** UP and i’ll take it as a tribute, BLAISE is a MAN and HE sliced his body open and poured ecstasy inside when a cashier called him SIR that one time at walgreens. BLAISE is yet another piece of proof that the assignment received by some ****** in a lab coat doesn’t have to be a prison and you don’t fully understand these boxes we’re crammed in until you break them yourself. BLAISE'S individuality is authentic, HIS love is authentic, HIS reflection in the mirror is authentic, and its name is BLAISE. BLAISE found out the life expectancy of a transgender person is around thirty-two years old and you better believe that BLAISE will live to be thirty-three and HE will give a little bit of hope to trans youth who don’t even think they’ll be able to wake up to sixteen and HE will give a big ol’ **** you to everyone who doesn’t think HE deserves to breathe in their world for that long, by god, you better believe that BLAISE will live to be thirty-three, you better believe that BLAISE will make it to thirty-three, you better believe that HE will make it to thirty-three, you better believe that I will make it to thirty-three.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
It can happen any place any time.
The feeling of you not being who you are or what you want.
The iron grip in your chest telling you that you are wrong.
The darkness in your heart telling you that this is not what you are.
Feeling that you are a girl when you are meant to be a guy.
Feeling like a guy when you are meant to be a girl.
Feeling like you will never get to the point of being who you want to be.
Feeling alone in the battle of this of identity and your soul.
Alone you feel and nothing can fix it.
But it will slowly go away in time.
Leaving you woth little confidence and power to make it through the day.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Before me stands a 'mirror',
Before my eyes open,
You tell me to prepare myself,
For I am about to see my reflection-
A live image of myself.
So I open my eyes.
And I scream.
And I run.
For what I see is not who I am.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
A male child born, sex-wise,
His mind not made-up,
Not by a long shot.
He needs time to grow,
For now he could dress
Like Oscar Wilde,
Anyway's good for this child.
At six he follows
Male role models,
So confused.
Dysphoria soon insists,
Sets in to ambiguity,
Leading him to his feminine side,
Where her gender surely resides.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
you call me a sweet girl,
tell me to behave like a lady,
I am your little princess.
But what if I don't want to be a princess?
Am not a lady?
And don't feel like a sweet little girl?
you call me a pretty girl,
a compliment, but an insult for me.
you don't see.
in your eyes I am your daugther,
Am I a girl,
But sometimes I just want to be a boy.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Something is wrong with me,
I don't know what,
but I am different,
I feel different,
I don't feel like I fit in,
There is no place for me,
not in this society,
I am sorry,
but I am not -can not- be,
who you want me to be,
I am different,
Something is wrong with me,
I don't know what,
But something isn't right,
I am sorry,
I am not who I should be,
sorry that I don't fit in,
I can't help that something is wrong with me
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
I am locked up in this body,
In this world of lies,
And deep down I know,
I will never be free
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC