I Don't Have a Heart

You know how you have a beating heart?

I don't think I do...

I don't think I have a heart,

or that it's beating.

I think that it's just me,

beating on my chest from the inside,

hoping to escape this female body I've been trapped in.

Hoping to burst through and see the light everyone's been talking about,

to crawl my way out of what seems like hell...

Sometimes I hit too hard and too fast,

normally when I can't stand to be in here any longer,

when I begin to panic.

But on the occasion it happens when I see her,

and I wish I could break free and hug her from my inner me.

You see?

I don't have a heart.....It's just my inner me....

Author Notes: ewo! everyone doing okay? feel free to give me advise :)

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