A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems

Glass Body

My skin is glass,
You can see right through me,
My embarrassment,
Smarts,
Insecurities.

My heart is not glass,
Because it is stone,
My heart is cold and broken,
With only my chest to call home.

My brain on the other hand,
Well that is glass,
My thoughts have been portrayed,
Like a projector has been played,
Like the faults I have made,
I'm socially afraid,
Ever so ashamed,
Of everything in this place.

This body of glass,
This year that's been passed,
My heart that holds fast,
My present, my past.

All of it scares me

Pushing on my lungs,
A headache you can see,
From a clear insightful mind,
Running low on time,
This glass body isn't mine,
It's like I'm trapped inside,
Nowhere to hide,
But in plain sight,
Yet hide as I might,
There is no escaping this body of glass.

Fear and anxiety,
Battle inside of me,
My heart made of rock,
And mind easy to see,
Ruled by disorders,
That don't leave when I'm older,
Though I'm still young,
I will never be bolder,
These shoulders get colder,
Stares seem warmer,
Burning me to ash,
Scars of my past,
This body of glass,
It's driving me mad!
I want to be stronger,
I need to live longer!

This body of glass,
Is holding me back,
And if I can't change it,
Well,
My bags are packed.