cringe

poem about being transyaayys

sitting on my bed, crying
in a dress and pigtails
because i cut my hair too short to put it in braids
dad isn't happy about that

this isn't my room, this is her room
that isn't me in the mirror, its her
im not her
im not

it doesn't feel like im here
i don't feel in control of my body
she walks into the room full of people who love her
who know her
not me

they all cheer and scream and hug when they see her
they're happy to see her
not me

im in the bathroom
the dress is off the pigtails are undone
my chest is hidden
that's me
that's not her
im happy about that