In my skin

You complain about being uncomfortable

Due to externalities- mostly you are capable

Of moving away from the source of discomfort for you

Therein lies the difference between us – this is not true

For me- I carry the burden of discomfort with me

Because of my lack of societal conformity..

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I am eyed with suspicion, perceived as a pervert

And that, fellow human beings, does definitely hurt..

I try to talk to myself about self-love every day

But not much love has come along my way..

The disappointment and sorrow in the eyes

Of my parents, who have wrapped my reality in lies

Has taken me away from the one place that could have been

My safe haven, where I could shed tears unseen

Despite attempts at inclusion, I fear discrimination

At the doctor’s office, I am still an aberration

I see healthcare staff treat me cautiously

Deadly diseases I am suspected to carry..

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When I strike conversations with strangers, I am on guard

Their views on inclusivity I cannot disregard

Being hyper attentive has become second nature, I must say

Saving me from escalating trouble many a day

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My greatest desire is not to excel, or accolades win

First and foremost I just want to be comfortable in my skin