A poem I wrote about being trans

Nothing in life has compared,
to accepting that I'm trans*.
An understatement saying that I'm scared.
I can't control the shaking of my hands.

I'm so terrified of the future.
Sometimes I think I'll soon be dead
But hey, who's sure?
Maybe I can be a pretty girl instead.

After all, these changes should just bring glee,
So why do I just sit around and pout?
How can the girl inside not be me?
And yet somehow I still have doubts.

And there's a question that I dread,
Are you Larry, Lauren, or Laurie,
Mike feels like a bullet through the head,
No name has ever quite felt like me.

And what of those I care about?
Will they leave me high and dry?
I'm so fucking filled with doubt,
I don't want to have to say good-bye.

Yet every day I get out of bed,
And do normal things like go to class,
You see, despite everything I've said,
Life can still be totally badass.

 

Awww thank you. I don't really have any experience with poetry, I was just lying in bed and got inspired to try it.

 

Thanks for the compliments :3