What makes a boy?
What makes a girl?
 

Is it the pelvis inside of their pants?
Or the lack of air between their legs
 

I wear the clothes I want
Because that is what makes me happy
 

Although I keep hearing: Oh but you’re so pretty! What a pretty girl you are! So beautiful sweetheart!
 

I block out what they say about me because it doesn't matter
 

It's not suppose to
 

 I want to belong
 
To fit in with the rest
 
But I have a path that is different among the rest
 

I wear a tight painful breath taker compression vest, just to hide those lumps that aren’t suppose to be there
 

If I could I would get rid of them permanently 
 
If I could I would show my pride
 

Though I can’t do that
 
I simply do not have the guts to do so
 

Day in and day out, it’s always the same
 
It's not enough, it's never enough
 

This is a nightmare that I cannot wake up from
Nor will it ever end
 

Until I am able to wake up in a skin that I am comfy within