My mind is too busy to think

My body aches to much to breathe

My mind hates my body

My body hates my mind

It's such a battle just to exist

To exist in ways you can not explain

My mind looks down to see something wrong

but what do I do I wash born this way

I hate when people look at my hips

I would rather them fear my fist

It will always be like this

all I wanted was a haircut

and to have a flatter chest

maybe a name

but mainly I wanted acceptance

I wanted to be my mums little boy

not a princess, I am a warrior

and despite the world I exist

at least that's what I thought

at least that's what I want

but as I watch the news my future slips

to the army it's a "serious mental illness"

According to the world I don't exist