I am an animal locked inside a cage.

I am a beast, my existence fills others with rage. 

I can see the key that will help me escape

But society deems me as unsafe.

This cage is cold, I feel out of place.

I can’t get my breasts removed, but a girl can get a new face.

If it’s her choice to change, why can’t I decide?

Instead, to please my mental health, I bind for hours at a time. 

Health workers can see me and look the other way,

Just because at the end of the day they pray,

They look to God for guidance on how to change me back

But really it is it education that they lack.

If being trans was a choice, why would I choose to be oppressed?

Why would I choose to cry every time I wear a dress?

Why would I choose the possibility of being just another name

Being a dead person is not the way I want to gain fame.

My life could flash before me in the blink of an eye

Because my body was born feminine but I know I’m a guy

If I can’t be myself, then who am I supposed to be?

Just another fake in this sad reality?

If being myself causes society so much pain,

Then that’s a problem that roots deep in their brains.

If my life causes someone to be bothered,

Then they should seek help, because I am not a monster.