Trapped

Trapped in this house

A house that isn't home

Trapped by my family

And feeling alone

Trapped in this body

That doesn't feel like mine

I don't know how I've done it

After all this time

My skin is a prison

And I'm locked inside

Weighed down by dysphoria

That's haunting my mind

No longer pretty porcelain

Nor fragile ceramic doll

I've grown new and tougher skin

That won't shatter if I fall

So let me go into the world

As who I truly am

Maybe someday in the future

We'll be okay again