I'm slipping
I'm falling

I can't keep it together
My seems are coming undone

My fat hangs off me in rolls
Don't eat
Don't you ******* eat

Look at your body
You are ugly and pathetic
Look at your uneven tan
You have fat *** thighs
Your body is disproportionate

Look at you genitilia
Just look at them
Look how wrong they are
They don't fit you
You are such a failure that your own body can't stand you

Let the self hate build up
Let the dysphoria overwhelm you
Let Ana whispering in your ear be heard
You owe yourself this much

You deserve every last bit

Past sliping
Past falling
You are done

While other girls skirts get shorter my hair does, while other girls ******* seem to get bigger mine continuously get binded down as to not let anyone know not even a speck of feminity shows upon this body. While other girls get loved by boys who say the right thing, I am that boy loving those girls the right way. But sadly trying to find someone who will love this broken body mended together with male pronouns and miscellaneous objects I need to be more masculine. The fear a girl will never love me because I will be female genitilia mixed with a deep voice and bearded face haunts my waking moment. Who will want to love someone with a huge ******* target on their back? Death always a shadow to walk behind every step of mine to show my time is surely ticking. I tried on that coat with you watching, to see if you approve  and you scoffed "its just your style" as if being a man inside a woman's body is simply put "just a style" how can feeling like a stranger in your own body be a style a fad if you will. If I could choose to be happy in this girls body I really would but now I'm stuck arguing if being myself is really such a good idea