The Questions Of My Life (Poem)

I wake up every day and ask myself this question,

Do I need help, maybe some medication,

Not just different, I feel like a freak,

Whom should I tell, to whom should I speak,

People don’t understand me, they think I’m speaking crap,

This body is disgusting, it feels like a trap,

I don’t like this beard, I don’t like it at all,

My shoulders are too big, chest is very small,

I look in the mirror, and ask who am I,

The person in reflection, seems like a lie,

Mom nags at me, dad doesn’t talk,

Friends laugh at me, ask what’s that walk,

I wish I could do something, at least change my voice,

Why God does this to us, why not give a choice,

Neither looks nor voice, but at least my name,

Can’t I change it, from John to Jane,

My teacher tells me, to get a haircut,

If I complain, she yells to keep it shut,

I don’t like shirts and pants, even if it’s cheap,

Liking tops and skirts, am I a creep,

Sister asks what’s my problem, weirdo she calls,

Maybe I am, I do like her dolls,

Who can help me, who can tell what’s wrong,

If someone can, please don’t take too long,

Am I a girl, or am I a guy,

Give me an answer, before I die.