The End Of Things

Why does the sound of your own name sicken you?

The name given at birth; 

without knowledge of if it would suit you.

It clearly doesnt

It's too feminine

Too masculine sometimes too

Not you

Not you at all

Something androgynous would be nice

But it confuses people

People are ignorant

People are hateful.

But no one can hate the idea of you more than yourself. 

You would whether end it then have to look at yourself again

Your feminine features too obvious

The two mounds of flesh on your chest make you sick

You dig your nails into your skin, hoping to feel something

Pathetic. 

Disgusting. 

Worthless. 

Nothing.

You wish you could have been born someone different

Someone useful