A girl named Rose was different. She never fully saw herself as a girl, and she thought that that wasn't right. No, she saw herself as a guy, deep down inside, so deep, deep inside so no one could find.
Online she found out who she was. She was not a "she", but a "he." He went by a different name, a name that matched his game of life. His name is Reese and now his mind is at peace. Sometimes he will forget his happy place, but he knows he will see better days.
Rose had died when he found out who he was inside. No, she did not survive. She will not be revived, and now he knows this is right.
He had cried a couple times, sometimes he wishes he had just died, but he knows it'll be alright. We will eventually be fine.
You do not need to be strong to be a boy. And no! BEING TRANS IS NOT A CHOICE.
-July 1, 2021
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Poems I Guess
PoesíaCOVER NEEDED Just some poems I write sometimes, was inspired by Buggsy Hunter to make a poem book ♥️ I'm best at haikus, though there won't be much. That's all why are you still here?
