Mom, Dad
I'm sorry,
But it is your fault.
The creep i've been running from,
Hiding from,
It's me.
Good thing i never went to prom.
He's knocking on my door,
Trying to pick me up.
But I said: leave me the fuck
Alone
It's your fault
For birthing such a fraud.
No lies,
No lies,
It's your fault.
Next thing i remember,
I was tied to my bed.
If you don't let me in,
I'll make your life a hell,
He said.
It's my fault,
For provoking the assault.
No eyes,
No eyes,
I can't see.
Special dress for special day,
Feels just like tooth decay,
Haven't brushed them since last may,
You see,
I'm not okay.
YOU ARE READING
Wrong Side
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about the depression and denial that many trans* people experience, especially during their teenager years. I will be adding more poems over time.
