(Trigger Warning obviously)
(THIS IS OLD AND I FORGOT TO POST IT)
I supposed to be strong but I am constantly knocked down to my last bits of hope that are about as big as dust.
I am supposed to be proud of my gender and queerness when all I want is for it to go away.
I'm so sick of even the outcasts' judgement.
I'm so sick of being paired with people who don't don't understand themselves and the world as much as I do and then when they piss me off it's my fault.
I'm sick of ignorance.
I'm sick of the hate.
I'm sick of having to censor my feelings for Wattpad to like me.
I'm sick of crushes when all they do is crush me with the reality that my maturity is a curse.
Because I'm just doing and doing so much worse.
I'm trapped in cage I didn't ask for and begged to get out but you didn't help me.
And now begging and begging and you still don't hear me so when I finally hurt so much I hurt my skin, I end my life rather than escaping the cage I've been tortured into.
I want to unlock the door.
Let me unlock my cage.
Where is it?
Where am I?
But never, ever who am I.
Because I know I'm a freak.
I wish I wasn't.
That's nothing to be proud of.
