Dysphoria

I now know why I feel pressure

Building up

All

These years

And my need to steal my dad’s dirty magazines and his button up tops

My ultra feminine side is very beautiful

Yet my masculine voice and stride is beautiful too,

Yet it all is shrouded in a presentation that’s hard to see

It’s dying to be heard

It’s dying to be seen,

I’m afraid of all the hatred out there

I’m afraid of how others will make fun of me

I’m more afraid than I’ll admit

But the pain over the years is too much

The pressure is too high

The dysphoria is creeping

Where am I?