Shitty Poetry

An Ideal Kid

A monstrous feeling hiding its presence,
Yet I can feel it deep inside your heart,
A change, Changes, Change of heart,
Fragile minds,
A Masked monster that is unable to be seen,
But I know it's there,
Unable to confess,
They would ignore me as if I were mute,
Feelings are tossed aside,
Garbage they say,
Fake they tell me,
All whilst the faceless monster stares me in the eyes,
A cord snaps within me, and denial fills my body like a burst sewage pipe.
Is that not part of the five stages of grief?
They wouldn't agree.
You have lost yourself.
...
He stays there and feeds my mind with images of what life would be,
On the other side,
You cannot hide your true identity forever.
What I'm feeling isn't real,
This way of thinking, Influenced by both the faceless monster, and the monsters around me
It's not real,
Fake? Fake.
Denial. No, It cannot be because,
I don't need the other side.
But you deserve it...?
The monsters that claim to be doing what's best for me tell me I don't need it,
They will change my heart,
As many times as it takes,
To revert me,
Back to their perfect image of a sweet little child.

(This is a transgender allegory for what some trans people have to go through)