Dysmorphia fall out

I’ll never be apart of your ways,

I’ll never be able to be carry a family on my back

Because I’m not a real man, right?

That’s what you keep saying to me.

You never wanted me to dress up in long dresses or long skirts, comfortable was ugly

I was ugly

Now that you want to show me your “affection”

My long hidden dysphoria is disgusting you

And you say we’ll not let it destroy us

And all the while you

Just keep putting me down

Like my identity is a cruel joke

The dysmorphia fall out of our wasteland past,

You can’t just say that because the atoms are burnt out

That now

We can breathe this toxic air,

Your love conditional,

Extremely conditional,

You won’t let me breathe even when I try to feel free