Do people even care how others identify gender wise?
Of course they do.
If they didn't, I wouldn't be where I am right now;
In my room,
Mind racing,
Eyes swollen,
Throat burning,
Pride disintegrated,
My body not connecting with who I really am.
I am Nathan Alexander Truscott.
That is my name, and my pronouns are he/him
I don't care what anyone says, I will remain being the old me, just with a different name, different pronouns, and a different body.
But I am still me.
Why then, if I am still me, do people insist on laughing, pointing, prodding, and jeering at me?
I guess it is just ME.
Me, the person who is sitting in their room, thinking of what would be the easiest way to die.
Just boring old me.
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
