Hopeless

My baggy jeans,

My rags,

My rings,

My boots,

My caps,

My hidden straps,

My life that's been a lie.

I'm going on,

Screaming, "You're wrong",

And trying hard to see

The reasons for this cruel, cruel fate,

A body marked as "she".

It would've been...

It could've been...

Much easier for me

To have the body that was the same

As my true identity.

But I suppose that it's just not

meant for me to have an easy life.

A life where I can be a husband and father,

Not a wife and a mother.

Reviews

[constancelovesdarkness]

Awee.. I believe if someone really believes that they should be a different gender, then they should follow out their dreams and be that gender.

[Knight in Armor]

This poem is beautiful. Every portion of this piece, from the word choice to the symmetry, adds to help the emotional aspect of the piece be clear and concise.