on one hand, i despise
the down there part i have
and the intrusive hormones
that make me want to use such a thing
but
it provides such a intrusion for the same thoughts
of wanting to be a girl
and to wear feminine clothes
and overall, happiness
the goal of it all
disturbed by small desires for more mortal wants
the vivid images i make of dirty deeds
it gives me a reason to focus on anything else
that doesn't revolve around my constant struggle
and it gives me a small haze from the shit
i constantly think and think over
if im faking, confused, spiteful, envious
i don't really understand any of it
but such a simple mechanic of humans
helps me just make the mood of the hour
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
