Post by anonymousmouse on Dec 7, 2016 22:03:38 GMT -5
A body not mine is what I stand in.
The spheres on my chest not meant to be there,
An array of pronouns that constrict the heart
They call me "she".
A body not mine is what I stand in.
The pitch of my voice too high to be that of a man's,
Like being bit by a bug named "insecurities,"
The venom spreading faster than the rumors heard of me.
"SHE's begging for attention."
"It's all just lies from HER."
Yet they post of equality
on their twitters?
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
The phrase is true but the sadness is shooting bulletholes into my brain,
Because bones heal and depression may not.
Because I cannot take it anymore.
Why?
A body not mine is what I stand in.
It doesn't feel right and the urge to release a blood-curdling scream gets caught in my throat.
A body not mine is what I stand in.
The spheres on my chest not meant to be there,
An array of pronouns that constrict the heart
They call me "she".
A body not mine is what I stand in.
The pitch of my voice too high to be that of a man's,
Like being bit by a bug named "insecurities,"
The venom spreading faster than the rumors heard of me.
"SHE's begging for attention."
"It's all just lies from HER."
Yet they post of equality
on their twitters?
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
The phrase is true but the sadness is shooting bulletholes into my brain,
Because bones heal and depression may not.
Because I cannot take it anymore.
Why?
A body not mine is what I stand in.
It doesn't feel right and the urge to release a blood-curdling scream gets caught in my throat.
A body not mine is what I stand in.