Mama...
I'm so sorry...
That I'm fucked up.
That I'm depressed.
That you feel like I'm too fragile.
That I can't always eat normally.
That I don't believe in God.
That I want to be different.
That I don't like myself.
That you have to deal with me.
That you think you've failed as a parent.
That you can't trust me.
That I want to be a vegetarian.
That I want to have control.
That my grades are slipping.
That I'm so weird.
That I isolate myself.
That I think I'm fat sometimes.
That I can't always think straight.
That I'm not straight.
That it's not a choice like you think it is.
That I feel like a boy sometimes.
That I feel that way a lot of the time.
That I'm genderfluid.
That I'm a walking sin.
That I wanted your support.
That I was stupid enough to even think you'd support me.
But I'm not sorry for being me, and even if I have to wait until I'm on my own and I never get to see you again, I am going to be happy. Maybe I'll marry a girl, maybe I'll get top surgery, maybe I'll go by they/them pronouns. Because that's what I want. And if you won't support me, I'll surround myself with people who will. Sincerely, your child, Phillip.
STAI LEGGENDO
In Which I Write Overly Personal Things For The Internet
PoesíaThe title explains it well. A book of writings, mostly poems, where I'm just trying to express myself since I can't anywhere else.
