A hot shower
Burning my skin
Fogging the mirror, concealing the truth I'll never want to see
A truth I cannot stand, cannot face
I know when it clears
I'll inspect the being in front of me, insulting every inch of their body
I don't know them, they are not familiar
A body that doesn't display me
Feminine, short and too fat
This disgusting figure won't leave
So I wipe the mirror with judgement
Hoping after enough swipes and enough pressure
They will fade
When my hand halts, I stare
They stare back at me, with the same judgemental eyes
I will pick this person apart
Until there's nothing left for anyone else to see
I will spit insults, I will harm this body, I'll break it until it's my own
As I see the red rimmed eyes, the tear stained face
It's only then do I realize
This body was never a home to me
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The World Still Spins
PoetryPoems of a trans man, who's slowly giving up and likes someone he can never have. Despite his best wishes, and no matter how hard he'll cry, the world still spins despite.
