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i'm trying to wear something i cannot be
something everyone cannot see
i see them changing in front of my eyes
changes i can't have unless i die
got loose grips on this part of my identity
and it's been fucking with me mentally
i'm imprisoned in this sore body
trying to find a place i can be more than just somebody
they all think i'm in the 'in-between' or 'neither'
"they" is what they apply to me
and i can't tell them i disagree
i can't open up enough to say
that identifying as 'non-binary' was just a label i used to get through my days
only enough to get me by
but not ever enough to settle the nausea used to cry
every reminder sends bullets through my head
those same bullets i daydream killing me in my bed
i can't keep this in anymore
but i can't even approach the door
without getting caught and sent back away
before i even got anything to say
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YOU ARE READING
'identity'- poetry
Poetry"perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be" a poem book exploring struggles with identity, emotions, and finding a place where you belong (a few of these poems are from my other poem book "inside me".)
