When I’m home
When mom and dad are busy
When I feel alone
Like nobody needs me
I go into my room
Take off my clothes
Throw them on the floor
My body’s disfigured
A birth defect, I say
I have these “lumps”
I wish they’d just go away
So on goes on “the choker”
Now I can barely breathe
Pressing against my ribcage
The pain makes me want to scream
On go the boxer briefs
They always ride up
I run to my window
Make sure the blinds are shut
I look down in disgust
This is not what I want!
Sure, I like them on girls.
In fact, I like them a lot!
But this is not for me.
All I want is to break free.
Nobody sees “him”
Nobody cares
In his own little world he lives.
Confused, broken, scared
I put the shirt on, got it straight from the men’s section.
Pull the pants up
To baggy in every direction
I look into the mirror
Now this looks like me
This boy waiting for life
Could he ever be?
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PoetryPoems and stories about my struggles with being a transgender teen.