They kicked me out when I was sixteen.
My mother, my father
Mom, dad
They threw me out like I was trash
Like I was nothing
All the "I love you"'s, were they fake?
Just another cruel joke to take
From life, from existence
Cause it's my only sin:
Existing.
Apparently that was enough to be thrown out
All alone in the streets
No family left, only a disease
That I carry, that I don't want to be cured of
I don't feel like a woman.
This body's fake.
My reflection? Not who I am
My emotions? Not for a man
"You're not the little girl we raised!", they said.
Guess they were right.
I've always been a little boy.
And without them I became more.
Without them I became myself.
Zoé, the 11.09.17
