Fear
Curled up in a ball
I begin to crawl
Towards the knife I have hidden away
Take it out
Without a doubt
I find myself here to say
I'm in this skin
Buried deep with in
Maybe you'll see me one day
Stand straight and tall
Forget them all
But I still refuse to pray
So maybe one day
I'll have the balls to say
What I refuse to pray
And stop running away
From the thing I fear most
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Poetry
PoesíaJust some poetry I write about being ftm trans* and other stuff. Some unfinished, others finished. A mix of the good and the bad
