Sometimes i think there's something wrong with me
I look soft
I look small
But really
I take up more space than i deserve
I am actually sharp and jagged
Unloveable
They say i am pretty
I don't want to be pretty
They call me a young lady
That is not what i want to be
I want to be handsome
I want to be the one at the bottom of the stairs
Staring at the pretty girl
In a red dress
Or maybe its blue
I want to be a boy
A happy
Lucky
Boy.
Why am I like this?
Why don't Ii want to wear dresses
Put on lipstick
Why can't i just be a
Goddamn
Girl.
I'll never be enough
Everyone wants a real girl
Everyone wants a real boy
Nobody will ever want the monster
That I am
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Queer Poems
PoetryNobody said they were good, but they got a few likes on a different sight before I posted them. Mostly about depresion, self harm, anxiety, and gayness.