Rain

Body

                       I once knew of this boy, who was trapped within a life, he wish were not continuing,and not only was he stuck within the cracks of the horrid life he has recalled, but also , within his body, the opposite gender of what it was meant to be, he would stare disgusted at his own being, he would attempt to lower his voice, trying to avoid sounding feminine, his self esteem lowering as well, he grew too fond of control, taking that razor blade to his wrist , taking to sex, he wanted to feel  'manly' along this route he has hurt those of whom he cares deeply for, because of the control calling his name,his name, he was given this name at birth, along with every other human in existence, but he now goes by, walking carelessly, as someone he wants to be, someone he gets spit on for being, although , to him, for a young man who has grown so common to hating the person he is, he still walks into the distance with a banded chest, and wishful thinking, of being the person, he's always wanted to be.