The Mirror

Looking in the mirror hating what stares back at me. I like to think it’s a funhouse mirror not showing things seriously. This is my reality though and this body of mine is one I don’t want. Looking down dreading what I see. The tears start rolling out like a river. “Why can’t I just be normal?” Other people get to live their lives maybe with some dislike for certain parts of their body. My body hatred starts with the fundamental chromosomes given to me. I feel like I have to scream “I’M NOT A GIRL.” To not even be heard or if I am to be shoved the words of god because I’m a walking sin. My family will never look at me the same they live in the delusion that I’m their little girl even though I try to correct them. When I do they say I’m too young to know even though I’ve felt this way before I even knew transgender was a word. Every day I want to give up and just fall back into the norm. If I do that then I’m not being truthful with the world. Even though I struggle now, genderqueers in the past had it worse. In conclusion, I’m a boy and I’m staring at this mirror it may not show me what I want now but I can just imagine what I’m going to be.