Mostly Depressing Poetry

Identity Unknown

As someone who thinks,

And breathes,

And talks,

And walks,

And acts like a human.

I should be alive

I don't feel alive.

Why is this?

I feel numb.

Everything I say and do feels wrong.

I don't want to be under this kind of pressure.

I hate everything that society thinks is normal.

Identity crisis.

Who am I?

I am who?

Life can only knock me down so many times.

Until the day comes,

Where I don't want to get up anymore.

I can only handle so much...

Am I a woman?

Am I a man?

I don't feel like I should be a woman.

But I don't feel manly enough to be a man.

It's like a floating void,

I can't escape.

I have to choose.

For society, I must be a girl.

but internally I cringe whenever someone says she or her.

I'm not a guy.

I don't identify as transgender.

But then.... what am I?

That's when the thought had struck me.

I'm not male or female.

I am...

Non-Binary.

They/them feels much more fitting.

I can't tell my parents tough...

they don't understand.

But I just hope you...

I hope you will understand...

Understand me for who I am.