Experiences of a Nonbinary poet: Entry One
February 13, 2020
It's been a month or so since
I realized that I don't belong in this skin
Every glimpse in the mirror
It makes me wince
Maybe I'd feel better being made of tin
I'd love to escape this horror
Of feeling like I've got one foot in
And one foot out
Or perhaps feeling like somewhere
In and out have no meaning
It hurts to hear a name
That used to be mine
Tear into my soul like a serrated knife
It hurts to see myself
When I don't feel myself
When I don't fit where I used to
Like an old door warped
Out of its frame
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