A clear sky is blue
But what clouds will do
Stain the heavens
Rain comes from seven
Scars on the arm
Marred is my charm
No second look
Worse than a crook
Seen as a freak
Have to be meek
Otherwise worse
This mental curse
Trapped in my brain
Completely insane
Alone and afraid
Can’t get paid
Unable to function
Stuck at this junction
Feel subhuman
Want to be a woman
Then I’ll get attention
Won’t even mention
Won’t hate my body
Perhaps still be shoddy
But better than this
Someone would kiss
Take advantage
That I could manage
Have to be a machine
To wake from this dream
Pushing forwards every day
Be lazy; I will pay
Was once a slave
Happier that way
At least not drowning
Constantly frowning
When I had a master
Wasn’t a disaster
Someone was there
Even if they didn’t care
A body is better
Than ghostly fetters