Let me be XYMy chromosomes are wrong.My breasts are wrong.My hips are wrong.My space is wrong.I am in a shell, a prison.Stuck.Trapped, glued by 'miss', 'she', 'lady', my XXA sticky, thick mixture of feminine. I have never been me.Few people know who I really am.Him. He. His.Mr.I am Tristan, and I'm a normal boy. I just happen to be a biological SHE.But no one sees me, no matter how hard I try,I want to scream out for all to hear:Just let me be XY
SinkingThe tears sting moreWhen they refuse to fallHot, salty bullets of anguish.Assaulting my eyesAs I try to forget.I wake, like a brick wallIt's there in front of me,Even in dreams,I cannot escape.Surrounded by peopleI still feel lonely,Drowning, suffocating inThe tormentor's shroud.They don't see me,I'm not even there.Not really.The happiness ended long ago.I cannot reach the air above.Sinking, falling, leaving.Will I ever be visible again?To even myself?The cruel mirror lies,It's image of an empty shell,Its not me.I'm not there.I am broken.Save me.Please.