My Trans Life

You've always told me I can come to you about anything
And you promised you've probably gone through the same
But I find it hard to believe
That you feel the same as me

To feel wrong
To feel misunderstood
I'm sure you have
But not like me

To be something you never wanted to be
To be the boy in the mirror looking back and this little girl
So innocent and so sweet
From basketball shorts, to skateboards and cars
I don't want a doll or a tea set, curls in my hair

I want a Mohawk, a bike
A deep voice and muscles
I wanna be who I am
Not on the outside but what my soul really is

I want to be me

I wanna be "sir", "him", "he"
Not "miss", "ma'am", or "she"

The sound of the feminine pronouns
Make me clench my teeth to hear words that don't describe me

Have you been through the same?
Probably not
But do you understand?
I hope so

I'm tired of hiding who I am