why am i different?

why must i feel uncomfortable in this body?
i am not a female,
so why do i have a female body?

did i do something wrong to anger the gods?
is this a punishment for breaking the rules?

surely, i did something wrong.

something wrong enough to make them do this to me.

i can’t express my feelings

i can’t tell you how i feel
i don’t know how to tell you in words
i can make noises and hand gestures,
but you wouldn’t get it.

unspoken words.

i wrote poetry to cope,

and then i left,
no one cares robin
no one wants to read this robin
no one likes you.
robin.

dear, nothing is fair anymore
the world is scary,
i know.

no matter what you do
no matter what happens
no matter how much you work
no matter how much you try

nothing
is
fair