People look at me and see one of three things
A strong, intelligent, independent young woman named Katharine
Or a quiet, shy, smart, pretty girl with an edge named Kat
Or as a goofy tranny boy who is a childish geek named Conner
But these people don't exist,
Their just masks forced on by a society
That refuses to acknowledge me
For I am the badass cocky bastard named Kage
who is forced to contain his rage
For my masks are different reflections of me
Warped by people who "love" me
Because I am strong
I am intelligent
I am independent
I am quiet
But I am also LOUD
I can be shy
And apparently I'm attractive
I do have an edge
And yes I can be goofy and childish
As well as a geek
I am a boy
And only a bit of a girl
But I am also badass
I am determined
I am a smart ass
A cocky bastard
I am loyal
But not
I am easily angered
And quick to forget
I am me
I am Kage
And I am sick and tired of hiding this rage

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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