I hate being good at writing but bad at explaining myself verbally.
It leads to moments of extreme awkwardness in which people expect me to be good at speaking words when I'm not.
Like the time I had to explain to my father what being transgender is.
He didn't seem to understand.
In truth, I could of explained it better.
Explained how dysphoria works.
How it crushes me almost everyday of my life.
Some days worse than others.
Some days it just decides not to make it's stage appearance.
Decides to leave my eyes dry and my mind free to follow other pursuits
Like practicing talking to myself in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Young Mind
PoezieIt's exactly what it sounds like. My teachers and friends have pushed at me for years to expose my poetry to more than just them and myself so....that's what this is. I actually don't write a lot of poems about being Trans, but you might find one o...
