You'll never know what it's like
fighting a war inside a body that's not your own,
you can never quite imagine
the fear.

the pain.

the tearing and scraping to the bone.


Surely, survival is all you can hope for
of the trials of "Becoming" who you are,
The climbing is never ending and the top seems just too damn far!


I am ME.

Though somehow i'm not yet.

I'm learning to see around the corners of the path that is set.
The stone that was cast upon my doorstep at birth,
Outside, the glares of society and what they think i'm worth.
And somehow i can't look back even though i haven't moved,
And somehow i can't look forward, it's all too much to consume.


Stuck in a parallel with only this outter-self and Me,
And I HATE that!

I can't tear me from me!