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"Stop." I glare at my reflection. I crouch and grab my head in my hands.
"I'm a guy! I'm a guy." I pull my hair and try not to let my building sobs escape. I look back up at my mirror and stare at my ice blue eyes accompanied by dark bags, my small nose that has an almost unnoticeable bump in the middle of it, my thin slightly discolored lips, my pale freckled skin, and my shoulder length wavy mouse-brown hair that's parted to the right side. I hate all of it and that's just my face. What's even worse is my hourglass shape and the absence of a certain something between my legs. My feet give out underneath me and I fall from my crouching position. I curl up on my side, cradling my knees in my arms.
"I'm a guy," I can't help but whispering to my mirror. I rip my gaze away from my reflection and opt for my white ceiling instead.
"With every sun that sets I'm feeling more like a stranger on a foreign shore.
With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath," I sing softly. Even my voice is feminine.
"Stop." Stop feeling.
"What's left to me?" I tangle my hands threw my hair and look to my ceiling for answers. I receive no reply. I answer my self.
"Because I'm a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end." So basically I'm just a fucking string. I giggle a little.
"Well I guess that's good cause strings don't have vaginas OR dicks." I laugh a little harder.
"No there's nothing on the ends." And I smile.