Who or What

There are days when I wonder who I am, and there are days, like today, when I wonder what am I? I look in the mirror and I’m torn between what I see and what the ideal man is, and the ideal I want for myself which in itself is a contradiction.

  • I want to be a man, tall and strong, secure in my convictions, a man to be respected.
  • I want to be woman, beautiful to behold, with an inner strength that makes me dangerous.

Who am I? What am I? In the end, I feel like neither, a freak to be shunned, and I want to close my eyes and know nothing forevermore.

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