Transitions

Forced to a tyrannical design

The clothing so ill fitting on a shell that isn’t mine

Body mangled by nature at it’s worst,

A life so desired leaves a taste of bitter curse.

Remove me for this never was my choice.

Sick of living falsely- screaming without a voice.

Remove me from this encasing I despise-

A world of foreign feeling within a mask of tear filled eyes.

This is not a cry for help.

The cocoon will burst, freeing me from this hell.

I’m nailed to this earth in the wrong fucking skin,

The pain of pushing forward giving way to caving in.