Here have a poem I wrote due to ✨body dysphoria✨
I keep quiet as I stare at myself in the mirror, watching as the girl I killed along with my old body, the ghost of **her** in the mirror staring at me in acceptance, because I'm not **her** I'm not a **girl** I'm a **dude, a boy, a man, a male** that's all I am, I will never ever be a **girl** ever again as I was the most miserable in the girls body with a boys mind, and even all those years ago when I was only little,**she** knew deep down **she** wasn't who I was supposed to be, I was made to be a man and yet I was in a **girl's** body, deep down the person I once was, was not me but a disguise to hide who I truly was, who I was born to be, and now I'm right here, I'm who in truly supposed to be and I plan on killing myself, it's sad that no matter what, unhappy or happy, in the body that wasn't my own or the body that I claimed my own, I will never be happy, and now here I stand Infront of a mirror with a shard of glass against my neck