Collection of Poems

Why Must I?

Why was I made this way?
Why couldn't I have been born normal?
Why can't I simply just be happy?
Everyday, even if I'm with other people, I feel alone.

But ... Why?
Why is it that I'm alone, even when I'm with others surrounding me?
I know I'm complaining and I know that there are people in worse situations than myself, but this is how I've felt my entire life ... Alone.
Why must I have been created in a way that I never wanted to be born into in the first place?

I never wanted to be a girl, just like how I wish I was never born.
I wish that I was never transgender. I hate it ... I hate it ... I hate it.
There are people who would say that it's a choice, that I'm just confused, that I'm a monster, that I'm a sexual predator, a lot of other things ... Well it's not true.
Instead of assuming that I'm all that, get to know me first.

I'm not confused because if I was, I'd be lost, but I know that I'm not confused about being a man.
I'm not a monster.
I'm not a sexual predator.
I'm not all those other things.