Tears Over Skin

My trans friend and I cried with eachother. Neither of us will look how we truly look. neither of us will feel the way we want to feel. Im scared of life but scared of death. no human can prove whats truly going to happen, we can only hope and pray that eventually we guess right. Im scared. Life is scary. I'l never have the body I want to achieve, and neither will he. So I live as the perfect boy for him, and he lives as the most fashionable person for me. We'll never truly be ourselves, so we became eachother. My tears are for those who feel the same as us. Our bodies never truly correct. Our souls always fragile. The human body so fragile and weak and limited, while the brain tries to break those boundaries; resulting in our demise. we will never be whole. And so I cry.