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
Flyntland
Sun 23rd Feb 2025 10:13
A gentle sad poem written sympathetically and wistfully.