I stand in front of a mirror
And look at the person I am not
I am a boy
But across from me stands a girl
As my hand runs through my hair
She mimics me
My gaze falls down to my body
And it's her
I touch my unwanted breasts
I flatten them down
I take my arm and press my chest
I roll my shoulders so I hunch
And my breasts are farther from sight
They are still there
I look down farther
I look at my hips
Curving
No way to get them to fall flat
Farther is my legs
Delicate and small
With small calfs and thighs
I have tried to outgrow my leg hair
But it just looks like I don't like shaving
And at the bottom is my feet
Perpetually a size 6 in men's
Matching my bodies hight
A stunning 5 foot 4
And back to the top we go
to my feminine features
And large eyes flashing and shifting
And they stare at that girl
Reflecting back
At the boy who despises her
Even if they happen to be
the same person
