A Grave With The Wrong Name Poem by Unfortunate Fellow

I lay in a coffin.
Said to be mine,
but the name on the gravestone is one I do not share.
As a ghost I rise above
to look about.
I see written on the stone
A name that is now unknown.
They say the name is mine
but I know it is a lie.
For this name is not mine though is familiar.
The name makes me hurt and hurl,
Making me remember that girl.
She was sweet and popular but just not me.
She found out that she was a he,
he was happy and came out to everybody.
He was still sweet but lost most of his friends.
After years of torment by family and classmates he felt he needed to spread is wings.
That once sweet boy was now squashed on the pavement.
That boy is me.
At just sixteen, all the happy years I could have had gone down in a minute or two.
In death I thought I'd be free
from the agony.
But as I can see, that was a lie.
On the grave that is supposed to be mine is not,
for this grave has the wrong name.