Transgender

a short poem/short story/ inside my mind sort of thing.

It's hard to live everyday life when you aren't even comfortable with who you were born as.
I am a female,
Correction* I was born Female.
Is that who i am? Does that define me as a whole? Is that my label?
No.
I wake up every morning and realize that i am trapped.
I am trapped in this cage of misery,
yes i can escape, but it certainly isn't easy.
Everywhere i go, something doesn't feel right,
i don't fit in,
i don't belong.
I am a Misfit.
While kids my age are wishing for Blackberrys and Ed Hardy,
I am wishing for a flat chest,
i am wishing for no curves.
i am wishing for a deep voice.
i am wishing to be myself.

No matter how hard i wish,
it never comes true.