Dysphoria Poems

Social Dysphoria

I admit to my defeat ...
    I've been vanquished.
No other loss I've ever known,
    Has left me this anguished.

What makes it worse is
    Not knowing who really beat me.
As they were invisible and anonymous,
    Begging the question, ' How can that be '?

Well

Lulus Constant Dysphoria

Lulu’s constant dysphoria took me down
She was known as downhearted all over town
She has been in mourning since 1962
Forlorn and miserable, is Little Lu.

I run from her sorrow others told me
But doesn’t that add to her misery?
Save yourself, my relatives said.
She is determined to be depressed until she’s dead.

An Ultimatum

An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"

The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be,

Bodyless

For once i smile and dance as i look at my reflection in mirror

oh the clothes fit my body so nicley, i like it

i like it when i look at me and feel something thats not making me want to curl up and cry

I dance and sing whatever song is playing

i dont care what it

Cutting Edge Dysphoria

Ironic we live in a time when partial people 
Feel the need to cut off parts
To be more whole

These parts can range 
From friends and family, home and culture
To their own distinctive body 

But the effect is the same
Individuals made even less
In their effort to be something more

(1/2/25)

Dysphoria

There is only something right within me
I need to choose a side this time
And I don't know how to pick myself
Debilitating dysphoria occurs in my soul 
And I am left with a stranger once again

~Ayesh

Dysphoria

This is a poem regarding gender dysphoria and being transgender. If you do not support that kind of thing, please do not leave rude comments and simply click away. I actually found this poem recently in one of my old journals from almost three years ago now, so there is much history to this poem.

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The Confusing Sex Wars of Twenty Twenty Three

It’s 2023 and the war between the sexes has reached a fevered pitch
Maybe it’s what they call 3-D chess
But whatever, the boundaries have shifted
Blurred and literally merged
Or at least now we pretend they have
As the enemy storms the gates
And being given the key to the city
Finds she/he/they/it safely ensconced within.

Someone recently told me I don’t

Dysphoria

i can never be myself
skin stretching around fat around tissue around blood around bones
pushing through, spreading out, im aching
but never breaking through 
i never wanted any attention 
never wanted to be visible at all
i can never be myself 
sturdy muscle collapsing in on itself
what good is a functioning body that isn’t mine
i’m sorry that i’m

Dysphoria

That damned thing between the walls
that stares and stares all day long,
A ghost, a ghoul, something fowl,
You can tell from how it scowls,
It whispers truths I wished denied,
its body clad head to toe in lies,
I cannot shake the cursed eyes,
which stalk me still through day and night,
This creature which tears my soul to shreds,
Haunts my

What Is a Woman?

It’s 2023 and the world wants to know
‘What is a woman?’

Apparently now all it takes is call yourself one
and, poof, you are.

Which means we have finally arrived
in the post-modern nightmare of objectiveless fantasy.

In this fantasy definitions and identities 
are as fluid as genders.

Fee, I want to be a billionaire
as I demand the bank give me

Short Poem Dysphoria

Short Poem Dysphoria
Miracle Man
1/14/2023

Due to lifely issues, numbering a bunch,
quality of life has taken a different track.
Today, Dysphoria is eating my lunch,
and readies itself to pop the sack.
Tom

Mods Vs Dysphoria

It’s easy to believe
That humans don’t have hearts
After what they’ve done to me
Lies tend to numb the hurts
But I’ve never been the type
To lie, cheat, or steal
Instead I like to run
To run from what is real
And while I’ve never been athletic
I’ve always been creative
So I like to pretend
It matters what a person is
It doesn’t
Not really
No,

Dystopia Dysphoria

Made In America
Is a fable
By foreign companies
For
Gullible patrons
Who love
To call themselves
Patriots

Today a key
To unlock the apartment
Tomorrow
It will be
Your debit card
And
A credit score
Will float over your head

Kids go to school
Not in the latest fashion
Nor
Do they wear uniforms
No
School kids
Today they wear
Bullet-proof vests

No healthcare for all
But war! 
War for all ages!
Step up!
One and all!
Except for the rich!
Only the

Drone

There's a constant drone in the back of my head
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them

A constant drone that turns my vision red
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them
Hide them

Snap
Snap
Snap
Snap
Every picture hurts

Crack
               Crack
             

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