I see you
Standing in a storm of destruction
Ash swirling around you
Falling like snow
Fires burning anything that gets close
You're angry
Upset
Having to flip a switch so often
Good daughter
Shy friend
Perfect
All the time
But thats not you
It makes you angry
Upset
Yell and scream and shout
Slowly I see you becoming me
I dom't want that to happen
So I fight to show you
Teach you how defend yourself
Rip away the illusions
So you can see
So you don't become me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I write about being ftm trans* and other stuff. Some unfinished, others finished. A mix of the good and the bad
