Some thing about being transgendered

Something is wrong
When I wake up I notice
Something that shouldn’t be there
How long have I felt this way?
I am not sure, a long time
One question is still nagging at me
Why?

Why am I uncomfortable?
Why can’t I just accept?
Why can’t other people accept me?
Why was I born like this?

I look in the mirror and try
To look past what I see
And see what I feel, I know
Sometimes I see it straight away
Other times I can’t see it at all

I look down at my body and hide
Hide what I don’t like about it the best I can
But there is always something there

I dream of who I really am
But wake up to my living nightmare
Sleep, my only escape from this
This, thing that I have had to live with
This, which I disowned when I was young

Some days I feel like I am
Getting closer to my goal
Others, I’m getting further away
But the time spent is getting more and more
I have to say something
Something that will get me going

Parents don’t know what I go through
They will never know
Only seeing what is physically there
Not going further than appearances

Born in the wrong body?
Can that be right?
How can it be that the body
I am in is not mine?

This is just my life
I have control over this body
I have control over this life
Therefore it is mine

But yet it seems that it is not
Only because of an insignificant thing