It's suffocating.
My body.
My chest.
My face.
It isn't right.
It doesn't feel right.
I wasn't born the right way.
I wasn't born in the right body.
I wish I was the opposite.
I can try.
I can alter.
I can cover.
Am I stuck?
Not forever.
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In A Mind; A book of poems
PoetrySome poems I've written. Many are about love or mental illness/disorders. Please enjoy.
