Let me be XYMy chromosomes are wrong.Let me be XY3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My breasts are wrong.
My hips are wrong.
My space is wrong.
I am in a shell, a prison.
Trapped, glued by 'miss', 'she', 'lady', my XX
A sticky, thick mixture of feminine.
I have never been me.
Few people know who I really am.
Him. He. His.
I am Tristan, and I'm a normal boy.
I just happen to be a biological SHE.
But no one sees me, no matter how hard I try,
I want to scream out for all to hear:
Just let me be XY
Not Trans EnoughNo, no I'm not alright.Not Trans Enough3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I thought I was okay when I thought I got over them. I thought everything was fine when I thought I knew who I was, but then they come in and tell me who I am and who I'm supposed to be.
But low, I'm not even Trans* enough.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm apprehensive about taking T.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not constantly ogling over girls.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to wear dresses from time to time.
I'm not Trans* enough because I don't work out at the gym.
I'm not Trans* enough because I like to Sew and Bake.
I'm not Trans* enough because I didn't 'come out' when I was 3.
I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not out to most people I know.
I'm not Trans* enough because I don't pack (and don't really want to)
I'm not Trans* enough because I don't have 'bottom' dysphoria
I'm not Trans* enough because my name is gender neutral.
I'm not Trans* enough because I've only ever had crushes on guys.
I'm not Trans* enough because public washrooms sca
SinkingThe tears sting moreSinking2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When they refuse to fall
Hot, salty bullets of anguish.
Assaulting my eyes
As I try to forget.
I wake, like a brick wall
It's there in front of me,
Even in dreams,
I cannot escape.
Surrounded by people
I still feel lonely,
Drowning, suffocating in
The tormentor's shroud.
They don't see me,
I'm not even there.
The happiness ended long ago.
I cannot reach the air above.
Sinking, falling, leaving.
Will I ever be visible again?
To even myself?
The cruel mirror lies,
It's image of an empty shell,
Its not me.
I'm not there.
I am broken.