Wings.

[raileus]

Small moments where I am pain free,
free from the reality of my restraints,
free from my sick mentality,
free from my body dysmorphia,
it's sick preoccupation, the horrors it leaves me with.
Washed away by a sea of nothingness, while I stay underwater with it, but I am on top of it.
I still search for me sometimes,
but my feelings aren't real, and
the things I was taught are not me.
As I stand, I stand incomplete,
trying to be the world's version of me.
But a monster can never become a man,
a fish will never be a bird,
It's wrong to believe that I will ever posses wings.