Always wrong or is it because im not yours ?

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Dear mr. Fake dad

Why won't you comfort me ?
I might not be related to you , or have given you anything of worth , but the least you can do is give me a hug .

Why did you tell me off ?
She might've been your blood , your child , but why hug and tell her everything's okay but tell me to go away ? Is it because I look like ms.mom ? Please tell me so I can correct my wrong - change my face to one you'd like - be her brother , not her sister ?

Why don't I talk anymore?
Have I run out of jokes ? Or is it your threats to beat me finally shut me up , yet you yell when I don't talk ? What do you want from me ? Another show to entertain you , ringmaster , I'm the clown and that's my job . After years of mental exhaustion, you expect me to be alive ? You seem to like it better when I don't talk , rather than bother you with my propaganda.

Why am I scared to tell you ?
I don't get it , you , a man - expected me as a little girl to be a boy ? Well now I am , so why are you so unhappy? You used to make fun of my height so frequently, so why am I scared to tell you it physically hurt to cover myself up like that ? I have scars that tell more truths than your spouting , so why don't you listen ? You loved my A's , so I eventually learned that everything I said was wrong .

Your perfect, aren't you ?
Yes , sure , of course! All to be like you ! I must be strong , i must be tall , i must be skinny - so logically, i must be a man . You were so disgusted when I wear anything that fits me - that's not baggy - I couldn't wear tank tops or shorts , all of which showed my stretch marks or my anything . You were so used to being this big strong man that you couldn't acknowledge that women could be insecure? Apparently the millions of girls out there who were starving themselves or wrapping themselves up in plastic- don't exist? So where were you when that happened to me ? Too busy , huh . You just expect us to be perfect, everyone has a reason for changing - most of it's because we don't like ourselves.

With hatred , burn in hell -
- indie hills

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