What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial
And I lay curled up feeling queasy.

Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?

I shall conform no more.
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.

Dead is the binary,
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.

Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in
Allow myself to drown
In your norms,
Your dead weight.

This strange form
Will never fit in,
I quickly realize.

I gaze in the mirror,
And I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.