Confusion.

She laid down on her back
as her mind violently raced
with thoughts
she never was capable to erase.
The thoughts of never wanting
to be the person that she is,
the thought of feeling wrong,
never appreciating living in the life of the gender that she is.
She cried whenever
she tried
to think of something else..
Her angry built up inside of her
and she began to yell.
She clawed at her own skin,
she struck at her own body
she left so many scars
all people but her could not see.
She tore at her own flesh,
and she used her pair of weapons
to reconstruct herself,
to cut her own hair,
to leave herself there.
Stuck.
She never had been happy,
and she still has not proceeded in her goal..
Now people are just judging her so quickly
like a crummy old, brown cover to a never ending beautiful book.
So she locked herself away,
she curled into a ball.
She slowly categorized
every single thought.
She sorted out her problems,
She decided she was no longer lost.
She knew where she was going,
She opened up the door.
When she took a step outside, she smiled and took a deep breath...
As a start to her new life, she said, "I'm just a normal guy."