Born in the wrong body assigned the wrong gender.
What was left and all reminded a body full of dysphoria
Struggling to be feminine at least what society demands them
Perfect body no loose weight shave everything.
I burn out of control trying to be the perfect being you want me to be.
I can not do it. I must not give up this fight.
Tears of sorrow. Fears of pain. Too much torture and so much shame.
I'm addicted to the pain. Only a shell of me remained.
I struggle to live every god damn day
Full moon over the horizon. The crisp wind blows in. Dark piercing eyes glow with a yellow glow. She smells the air and howls she's found her chase. Moving slowely behind the bushes folowing it's prey that is very much unawareof the danger. The wolf swoops in claws in first then a bite into the neck the creature goes down. The wolfs paws dripped from the blood as it stained her white fur.