Poems from 14nuenat
At what point in your life does it become average?
At what point do I get to stop saying, never feel again
"I'm glad I lived to see this"...
I get it.
You don't like me.
You don't like the way I sleep, eat, or live.
Fine.
You now what I don't like?
The way you never told me....
People who I have given explicit permission
People who are reading my medical records
My family who do not understand nonbinary trans
Not...
I keep trying to talk less,
mostly because I take up an unfair amount of people's time.
I'm trying to talk less,
so it seems less abnormal...
when I wrote the things about myself I liked,
I was in a different stage of recovering.
A stage in which I could not,
would not, refused...