in the closet

"she" "her"

"she"

its like a big sweater

its scratchy and hot

its not the right size

it suffocates you

and you look into

your closet to change

shirts 

but end up being 

shoved inside

and locked up

in there with those

terrible sweaters

and told youre not

to come out until

youve gotten used 

to wearing the 

wrong sizes

"her"

its like walking on 

glass

the wrong pronouns

for the wrong person

whenever someone

uses them its like

a shard of glass

stabbed through 

your foot

you cannot breathe

you want to 
correct them

shout at them

you want to cry

you want to

sew up your wounds

with the right 

pronouns

but instead

you see other people

walking on grass

insisting that 

the glass is only there

because you think it is