I looked in the mirror today-
I couldn’t help but be deceived.
Was this really who I was?
Or was it a mistake that was made
When I was first in the womb?
My heart told me one thing
While my anatomy proved the opposite.
Why is it so hard for others to believe
That my body was created
With a different blueprint than my heart?
My family has always told me
To not be afraid.
To show the world who I am.
But what if who I am
Isn’t what they expected?
But I’m afraid I can’t apologize
For the unfortunate truth.
My body has lied to me,
And it tries to convince me
That which my heart only contradicts.
It’s so difficult to live my life
As something that only shows
What I appear to be on the outside
When what I actually am on the inside
Prefers the lifestyle of the polar opposite
After, yet again being, reminded of this façade,
I sigh and try to spread my wings
And find my place in this crazy world.
But I can’t help but feel trapped
Inside this body that is not mine.