I look in the mirror and the person that I see, is not me
who is this girl looking at me
her face looks like my face but everything is in the wrong place
feminine features and small muscular body
small hands and tiny waist
I don\'t know how much more I can take
wrong body, wrong face
I feel misplaced
it\'s worse than being in a crowd with social anxiety
several breakdowns and I question, why me
why was I born in this shell of a female
I am ready to molt, to soar
who is this girl looking back at me
I try to run from her but she is always there
always the same glare
when will I wake from this horrible nightmare