Tears running down my face,
I feel so out of place.
If only I knew what to do,
But every time I think of it I cry and feel blue.
Tick tock, tick tock.
My head spins and screams,
I don't know what it all means.
Screaming I say you're small, fat and dumb,
Yelling and sobbing I choke "this body is chum."
Tick tock, tick tock.
There's a part of me that doesn't agree,
I wish people would let me be.
All their words torture me,
If only they would let me walk free.
Tick tock, tick tock.
What now I'm so confused,
Queergender, flux, some other what do I choose?
I'm done with body,
I give up in here it feels naughty.
Tick tock, tick tock.
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Confusion
PoetryThis piece of writing is an insight into a person's brain when they are trying to figure out what gender they want to be.
