I’ve noticed that some humans
Feel trapped in female bodies
Or trapped playing males.
Others feel trapped as they age,
Children lost in ghoulish flesh.
Others cannot move or speak.
I empathize with them all.
I’ve been sent here to pretend,
To observe and to compete
As if I were you myself,
But I’m not. I’m not from here.
Your body is a costume
I can barely bear to wear.
This ghost inside your sickness
Will never blame you. Let me
Leave you. Let me out of here.
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