Help!

I’m trapped.

I’m being held inside myself,

I get asked…

Are you a boy?

Are you a girl?

What are you?

Why do you dress like that?

What is wrong with you?

I reply nothing is wrong with me.

They don’t believe me.

What is wrong with me?

Why can’t I be a boy one day?

And a girl the next?

Why can’t I be happy?

Why am I being told what to do with my body?

Is it not mine?

Am I meant to conform?

Why should I?

I am myself,

He, she, him, her.

Neither, or both.

I am still human.

Please don’t make me…

A prisoner in my own body!