For the love of god
She asks about it every day
Every
Fucking
Day
I can't stand it
I'll be having a good day
And her words hit me like a truck
"It's an embarrassment"
Thanks mom
"How am I supposed to react when people ask me about it"
It's none of their fuckin business
"What else am I suppose to call it?"
Something other than like my biggest fucking trigger word?!
God
She doesn't know how to shut her fucking mouth
"Why can't I annoy you? You're annoying me"
Thanks. Real touching
"I'll just start calling you Paul"
Don't compare me to him
His struggles are far different from mine
And don't call me him just Becuase we do the same fucking thing. It's dehumanizing, it's only refining me to what I do
I just want to fucking cry
I can't stand her sometimes
Why can't she just like, not?
She's always fucking worrying
I understand, but Jesus woman
She needs to learn how to attack situations like these
And by god does she need to fast
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Poems
PoetryThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
