gloomy thoughts follow where trans boys go

He grins

And I swear I hate every single one of those lines

The lines that appear on the outsides of his eyes

Especially with their hidden soliloquies of struggle and strife

Those hands of his

Once were permanently clenched fists

Once hard and stiff

Like balls of hated paper

And, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for this guy

But sometimes I feel like I belonged to a different life

Because even though we shared the same mind

I was the one that got left behind

I have turned into a bagatelle

Nothing more than a small part of a big story

As if I don’t have my own struggles to tell

Like an extra in a movie

Or a sidekick to a superhero

And as time goes on

I get more and more forgotten

Just cut off like stray bits of cotton

Now I’m going to use some elucidation

In an attempt to provoke some excogitation

The boy that stands before you is the result of excess tribulation

Battered and bruised from mental deterioration

He used to hate himself to the point of enervation

Born into a body he did not know

Into that body, he couldn’t grow

They coloured him in pink

But he dressed in blue

And it was the most tragic love story I ever knew

Scraped knees and blood beneath his feet

Split up, split knuckles, heart split in three

A boy meant for songs, shivers, and sighs

Cowers away by day but stands boldly at night

He fled like a ghost at the dawn of day

So terrified of what people might say

He is the comet tearing open the sky

He is the stars that fly way up high

He is the hope that you see in today

He is the change that we need to make