Words of dysphoric rambling

Sitting with the girls never felt right 

But guys activate my fight or flight

It’s so hard to be friends with them

Hard to ask how they’re doing 

But it feels right

Don’t know why…

 

I just thought that the girls were bitches

But they weren’t that bad

It wasn’t a gut instinct 

Just dysphoria I had 

 

And I wanna be a guy

I’m envious of everything

I try not to be

But envy’s my greatest sin

 

I wanna have their hair

And I wanna have their clothes 

But I can’t seem to get it

I look like a girl and none knows 

 

I wanna be a guy so badly 

I wanna pass but still look nice

I hate to think that

I’ll be a girl, the next 

Four years of my life

 

I know I’m a guy

It’ll always be that way

But none else will think that

They don’t have my brain

 

I wanna be a boy

Don’t wanna be fake

Even if most people

Will never see it that way

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Hélène

Sun 23rd Feb 2025 13:02

This is an awesome poem, Cryptid. Compelling, painful, powerful. (I read your bio, looking forward to reading in the future if you change your pen name. Fun!) Keep up the faith in your journey, dude. Assuming this poem is about present time, a few words of encouragement: Imho, you WILL get to where you want to go. You WILL get comfortable in your own skin. It just takes alot of time and patience. I am 69 years old (old-ish lady, straight, married, open minded). My niece (age 25) is a transwoman (she is doing well, took quite a few years to get there but she has blossomed into herself). My Christian church (in California, USA) which has both politically liberal & conservative folks, has just recently voted to be "open & affirming," meaning LGBTQ+ affirming. Yaaah!!!!

Rolph David

Sun 23rd Feb 2025 12:27

Cryptid,
I really admire your honesty in sharing that struggle. It’s clear how much you long to be seen for who you truly are, and that’s valid. I hope you find peace in expressing yourself, and remember, you’re not alone in this journey. You are who you are, and that’s what matters most!!!
Regards,
Rolph

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Flyntland

Sun 23rd Feb 2025 10:13

A gentle sad poem written sympathetically and wistfully.

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