A Harsh Reality

Knew

At a very early age

I was different

From the other kids.

Yet

Hid and ran away

From this.

Alone

And scared

Thought of myself

As some kind

Of a freak.

Whom

Dreamt of

Going through life

As the opposite

Of my birth gender.

Despite

The reality of

My growing femininity

Which resulted

In constant bullying.

Grimly

I held onto

The tattered remains

Of my masculinity.

Only if

I had tried harder

People would accept me

As a boy/man

And not

As a sissy.

Nevermind

The emotional toil

Which compounded

Upon itself

As the years

Slipped through

My hands.

Although

My body is

Slowly morphing

Into a woman's.

A

Constant reminder

Can still be found

Between my legs

Which give life

To a lie.

I

Am male

Still.

Author's Note

Originally written April 2, 2012.