You can see it in his eyes.
His little princess that he raised is turning into a boy.
He looks down on me sadly.
He sighs when I talk about cutting my hair.
He shifts his weight from one foot to another when I wear a hat that swallows my hair.
He gets mad when I wear band shirts and jeans instead of girly things.
He forces me to try on dresses and pulls my hats off when I wear them.
Dad,
I'm sorry that I'm not your little princess anymore.
And I'm sorry that I'm not the girly girl that has too many friends to count like every girl you dated when you were younger.
I'm sorry that I don't do sports and that I'm not the child you originally wanted.
I wonder why you get mad when I act masculine when you wanted a boy in the first place.
I'm sorry.
But this is me for now.
Whether I change in the future is a mystery.
But for now, this is me.
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Random****WARNING**** This has really emotional problems going on in my life and reflects my personal thoughts. This might be triggering to some people. I promise. I will NOT kill myself. These are just personal thoughts that occur to me when I'm in my da...
