CW: little bit suicidal
I cannot wait to die,
to be so insubstantial as to have never existed.
I would never be fat again, hated for my body,
I would be so thin you'd never see me.
I would never be transgender again,
an inconvenient patch of grass,
that you can pave over with whatever story you like.
You can call me 'he' and 'him' till the cows come home,
and I will not be there to take it anymore.
To be the skinny man I never was in your imagination.
To be the stranger I never was living in your disappointment.
I cannot wait to die,
so everyone else could experience that absence of being,
as I lived a ghost in my own life,
as if I had this invisible twin brother everyone spoke to,
instead of me.
Maybe when I die I'll meet him, finally, and kill him too.
-o0o-
