I hate this me

I hate my body I hate my face I hate my hair I hate my voice I hate that it's so feminine that people will never see me as a real boy because I will never be in their eyes I will always be a confused girl sitting in the bathtub crying my eyes out sobbing loudly staring at the ceiling trying not to see my body trying not to see how feminine it is trying not to hear my voice trying not to hear how feminine it is I don't know what to do the water hits my body it mixes with my tears the tears of a desperate boy a boy that's in the wrong body a boy that doesn't feel valid a boy that doesn't feel accepted a boy that won't ever be the real him