beautiful , you
is this abuse? if it wasn't before
you tell me i'm invalid
a monster
a cruel being to this beautiful world
you brought me in , you can take me out
threats,
how obscure
because at the end of the day
i'm unrattled
untouched
your angry words may inflict
damage upon my heart
but i wonder what is going on
in yours.
mom , why do you have to be so
cruel
why do you have to call me
a whore
a slut
everything under the sun
a liar
even though that is what i am
you shouldn't tell me that
dad ,
you called me a piece
of shit
you told me that you knew
people who actually commited
who had taken their lives
and you told me i was putting on a show
that i know how to off myself properly
why don't i just do it?
i may be a liar
i may be one that does not conform to the
gender binary when
it comes to labels
but that doesn't mean
that i don't deserve respect
i am a liar
i am a cheater and
a thief.
however i am real
and i know myself.
so is this abuse? if it wasn't before?
when you acknowledge my pain
you wonder why i can't talk to you
my gender identity shouldn't matter
my stance on anything shouldn't
matter.
you are close-minded even though
you call yourself a bi-sexual.
you call yourself open-minded
even though you bash men for wearing womens
clothing.
you side with my dad like
you never have before
just to try
and prove me wrong.
embarass me some more
i may just start to like it.