He had been born in the wrong body,
a concept he didn’t understand
for a long time,
but the sense of wrongness
had always been there.
He admired dresses
but preferred them on others.
His own feminine features
made him avoid mirrors,
when his chest began to develop
he bound it painfully,
praying it would go away.
It didn’t,
and no matter how he trained
and gained muscles
he couldn’t achieve the physical presence
of a real man.
‘Please. I can’t do this anymore.’
Scribbled Thoughts 