I feel like I'm barely crawling.
I feel empty.
I feel like my spirit is too big for my body.
I feel hate.
I feel love.
I feel, I have feelings, not many people know.
I feel hated.
I feel out of place.
I feel gone.
I feel like life doesn't matter.
I feel that we're only born to die.
I feel like a shell, my body is a shell, a transportation device for my real soul.
I feel punished because I was made a girl.
I feel pushed back.
I feel burdened.
The bullies bother me.
The hate bothers me.
The homophobia bothers me.
But nobody cares, me being trans doesn't make me un-human. It makes me special, It makes me ordinary, It makes me sad.