in the quiet of my mind, i roam alone,
trapped in a body that feels wrong.
a prison of flesh, i wear with shame,
hating each day, wanting a change.
the mirror mocks with cruel eyes,
reflecting a form i despise.
oh, to shed this skin, to be free,
from a life that feels like agony.
my thoughts are heavy, a constant fight,
against my own skin.
i dream of change, of being someone new,
to wake and find a different view.
but for now, i live in silent pain,
wishing for peace and stop of the war.
a wanderer in a world so cold,
i am longing for a story that isn't told.
