The Lonely Tranny

I know this may be inappropriate, but I yern for you to sit with me and listen, to be present, to let go of the past, and for us to hang on to eachother.

To stare into the eyes and reveal truth that decays the bone and rots the body.

Please do not be afraid.

I stand alone within a crowd of people.

I stand against the wall of elegance, propped body, and broad shoulders; please do not leave.

I imagine what it would mean to never hide myself away; to not be implanted with the fear that everyone will turn away and go an alternate route.

That I will continue to stand against the wall, breathing deep inhales, sobbing from my damp spirit.

Please…do not go.

I cannot and will not change, but I am much fun.

Maybe it is just that, nobody is looking for me.

Many people are looking for fit, pretty girls, who can be chill and charismatic.

I am not too chill or charismatic…or maybe I am but am unable to see it clearly, clouded by the weather of fatigue.

It would do good to rest the body, mind, and spirit.

To go home.