Old poem about dysphoria

A soul trapped in trapped in a body that does not feel like their own
What are these things can I get rid of them
They aren't mine why are they attached to me
No no no please don't call me that but I won't say a word
I can't look at myself without feeling sick
I feel gross I wanna chop them off become a clean slate
I didn't wish to look like this
You told me what I'm feeling confused you so I don't tell a soul
I can't even tell myself
Please just please let me get rid of this weight on my chest
I'll hide them to make myself feel better
Bring it up I'll laugh about it
Please see my hits
Call me by my true name but I can't even call myself my name