I hate the way I look.
Starting with my thighs. They're covered in hair but for some reason I feel the need to hide.
In the summer I wear pants or shorts with socks that go past my knees.
Cause I'm afraid of what those wandering eyes might see.
I hate the way I look.
Starting with my chest. There's stuff that shouldn't be there or is it all in my head?
I hate the way I look.
But not all the time.
Sometimes I like me, other times I wanna cry.
I used to love wearing dresses and going out. Now, looking back. I know that wasn't myself.
I was never one to show off or care about how I look.
I was never one to 'be happy,' considering how long it took.
I hate the way I look.
But not all the time,
Cause sometimes I like to be a girl and other times a guy.
So, the next time I look in the mirror. I'm gonna ask myself what I see.
Hopefully, I see myself and not the person I used to be.
~k.w.a.v
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I wrote this about myself cause I needed to get some feelings out about me being genderfluid.
Sorry, I know it's really short but I might write more or others.
ALSO THE PICTURE ABOVE IS NOT MINE. IT'S JUST A PICTURE I FOUND REALLY TRUTHFUL ABOUT SOCIETY PUSHING IT'S LIMITS.
YOU ARE READING
~Unspoken mess~
PoezjaI write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have. I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them. .. My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one t...
