'A Longing To Pass' Poem by Elle Belle

The unluckiest of luck
To be struck with a body such as mine

Never acceptable to myself

Always a worry in disguise

My past cannot pass
When I see him through the mirror

Taunting me like a conscience
Behind me, and my every move

Despite what I may wear
I couldn't ever be pleased

The worst stays the same

I'm still the old me

Unbeknownst to most others
I carry such a difficult burden

I may pass in their eyes
But to mine it is pointless

Spotting an insecure little boy

Who fits in neither one category

I'm to boyish of a girl
And to girlish of a man

My appearance, my mannerisms
None could prove worthy

My ability to be satisfied
Is just about dead inside

My mind so morbid
Protruding an anger within me

Holds not a single ounce of gratitude
Only stone cold envy

I envision imperfection

Carrying on said rejection

Controlling me like a puppet
I really am without use

I cry, cry, and cry
All while taking in such abuse

The blame is all me
It's been that way since the start

This cycle cannot end
When i'm stranded alone with myself