It Hurts a Bit

It hurts a bit. To stand there, in front of the mirror.
Hate what you see. Because you have curves.
Curves that’s not supposed to be there.
And even if you’re wearing boxer shorts, everybody can tell there’s nothing there.
Even if you shove a sock down there, it’s not completely real.
And even if you bandage your chest, it’s still there.
Underneath your clothes.
And the Adams apple isn’t there, you can’t see it.
And no matter how much you cry and pray, you still have a girl’s body.
But even though I have a girl’s body, and a girl’s name, and legally I’m a girl.
It doesn’t mean I am one.