Repost cuz scratch took it down. In all honesty, this might be one of the most emotion-filled poems I've written. It kinda hurt me ngl. It reads better when read a little slower btw, so keep that in mind! Enjoy! ---------------------------------- "Look down." ---------------------------------- “Look down,” they say Look upon your body, made of clay Beautiful in all it is Even if it is not his Yet my head stays up Mouth agape, drinking from a cup My eyes are far away Misty and clouded gray Numbness, succumb Mind like a slum Defeated and down Shattered like my crown Like a poison, my mouth is filled The man inside, destroyed and killed A risen dead Raw and bled Suvivor, Warrior, Strong.. Confused, Struggling, Wrong… Oh because look down Look at the body you wish to drown See it, see it, see it Feel it, Feel it, feel it Know it, Know it, Know it Understand it all See your porcelain doll Life in the skin all but gone Lethal white, a crooked swan Innocence drowning One more and counting “It hurts” I say A woman gone, to their dismay “It hurts” I cry Yet to them, a twisted Lie “It hurts” I scream Just another tearing at the seam “Its fine” I lie The man inside, dead at nigh Looking down, forced in pain Nothing but a warped stain Even my tears arent mine Because my body is no shrine “Look down” And so I do And I can only wonder.. “Who are you?” -Simon --------------------------------- Lemme give some slight explanation. Im transgender, and lately its been increasingly difficult to just...look down. Its hard to look down in the mirror, hard to just see it, and hard to know my body exists. So, Im writing about it :)
