A hole forms as a gap in my chest, It comes apart when I'm alone. No. It doesn't come apart, It's uncovered. I use people like patches to cover up my scars, and yet, here I am. Alone again. The hole in my chest painfully grows.
A painful unsilence Every whisper sounds a cannon Screams and shouts Only heard from within Soft cotton Turns to velcro on my skin The floodlight from the sky Washed colour off my face And I still wonder Why my heart begins to race
I don't Want to be trans Don't Want hormones and surgery But I couldn't go back That's not an option for me I don't want to be a girl Thats not what I mean Being trans is exhausting And I just want to sleep I don't wish I was dead I just wish I was me
2022 I'm in a much better place now in 2025. I'm so happy with who I am and I get to live freely as myself.