Just look at me... Look at me! Chubby cheeks, wide (-ish) hips. They tell, all the time, "act like a girl," but, even then I'm singled out. I try and act like the boys, but of course, they treat me... different. I'm.. not a guy. I mean, look at me. I just wish for once that I wasn't the girl I am. I don't mean that I wish to be a different person, but that is also exactly what I am saying. I wish I wasn't so subjected to being a girl. What's so great about being this! Look at me! The real picture... awkward clothes, little slouch, deeper voice, what else? Look at what society has turned people like me into. People so far in the middle of gender terms that they don't know what they are anymore! Alright? Look at me... a broken... trans mess. Of course, you can't see it on the outside, but imagine the struggle on the inside. To constantly look down and not see the sex you crave to be. Look at me... Look at the real me. I'm a boy. Not a girl. No matter how many dresses and skirts I'm forced into. No matter how much make-up I wear, or even the people I date. I'm struggling, people, and no God or doctor can ever fix me into the person I need to be. You can look at me, and I mean look at me, with your eyes, all you want, and... one day. One day you'll see that this little girl grew up to be a strong man at heart.