Maybe In Another Life

All I Wanted Was a Safe Space

Sometimes life can't alway go in your favor. No one has a perfect life, better or worse, we all have ups and downs. My down is living in a skin that's not my own. My up is no matter how I feel I try my hardest to make others smile. On those same days I am reminded, I will never be a cis boy. A real boy.

Everyday I look in the mirror to be ashamed and disappointed to what I see. It's not like I'm insecure about having a small dick or that I'm undesirable. It's more that I have no dick, and am not desirable.

After comimg out I thought all my problems would be solved. My parents would support me, even think about hormones. It all went opposite. Instead I got a lecture about how it's not right, a phase, I'm to young to know, and other negative reactions.

I thought If everyone knew I felt like a boy inside they'd support me. Right? Nope. See life isn't kittens and rainbows, if you do what makes you happy most of the time at least one person will be unhaply.

Parent's are supposed support you, to love you, to take care of you. Not just physically but mentally too. "What happened to our little girl?" They just can't understand she was never meant to be.

Imagine walking into your house everyday, "Hi Summer," "can you come do this, Summer?" "Girls do this, girls do that". Not to forget my least favorite, "I love you Summer". That's not me I'm not Sumner. No one says I love Adam, not like they loved Summer.