Literature
Trangst Poem - FTM
The girl who never was and the boy who cannot be.
A face unknown.
Hollow, Lacking, Vacant.
It stares.
Bones grow out of place,
Bulging, twisting, breaking up straight lines.
Blood follows,
a screaming pain that cannot be subdued.
It drips, smears, stains.
Tainted.
Confusion sets in.
Mass hysteria?
Cells divide and concur,
an uncontrollable growth.
The heart longs to love,
but is trapped within a cage of bones
and mounds of flesh.
An unfamiliar home.
The mirror reflects lies,
which cannot be proven incorrect.
Untrained eyes,
cannot view the falsehood,
of this perceived womanhood.
I've grown tired of lying.
And I've gro
