~Her~
Sprache: Englisch
~Poem
Triggerwarnung: sadness, gender dysphoria, suicidal thoughts (Please get help if you're not okay)
I don't know when it started,
this feeling like my skin is wrong.
Like I was given someone else's name,
someone else's body,
someone else's life.
I wake up every morning
and avoid the mirror,
because every time I look,
I feel like I'm disappearing.
Like I'm fading into someone
I was never meant to be.
They call me their daughter
tell me I'm beautiful in dresses,
but every time I wear one,
I feel like I'm suffocating,
like my own reflection is,
laughing at me.
I cut my hair—
they told me I ruined myself.
I lower my voice—
they tell me to stop mumbling.
I wear clothes that hide my shape—
they say I look like a boy.
And God, I wish I could say
thank you.
But I can't.
Because I don't even know if that's what I am.
Because if I say it out loud,
it becomes real.
And if it becomes real,
then what?
Then I lose them.
My mother, my father, my family.
They would never look at me the same.
They would never call me him.
They would call it a phase,
a sickness,
a sin.
And maybe they're right.
Maybe I'm just broke.
Maybe this is just another thing
that makes me wrong,
another reason I wake up
wishing I hadn't.
Some nights, I wonder
if it would be easier
to just disappear completely.
To let the weight pull me under,
to quiet the noise in my head,
to finally rest in a body
that no longer feels like a cage.
No more mirrors,
no more wrong name,
no more pretending to be
someone I will never be.
Maybe they'd cry,
maybe they'd say they never saw it coming. But deep down,
I think they'd be relieved—
at least they wouldn't have to love
a son they never wanted.
I don't know who I am.
I just know that I don't want to be
her
Idk... I'm not okay I guess and I have no idea how/if I can come out... I haven't even figured if I'm transgender but I think I am.. and my parents probably wouldn't allow hormone therapy anyways..
yeah I'll go cry in a corner
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