The Broken///Tyrus AU

two/Buffy

I am not a fucking girl.

I wish I could scream that in everyones' faces.

I sit on my bed facing the mirror, looking at my flawed figure.

It's wrong.
This is not who I'm supposed to be.

I stare at my (barely) visible jaw line, my curves, my hips, and oh my breasts and I'm angry.

I hate how I look.

This is all wrong.

I'm supposed to be a boy.

I look up at my face. My hair is too long, my face is too feminine.

This is not what I'm supposed to look like.
I'm a boy.

I can see the faces of my former friends in the mirror. They pull away my masculine clothing, the only thing that keeps me from losing it. They would put me in dresses. They would put makeup on me. They did anything to make me be femme just like them.

I tried. I tried to come out to them. They all laughed at me. They told me I was confused. Every time since I came out they would talk about or to me as girl or she and her. They all knew it hurt, but they wouldn't stop.

So I left.

I became an outcast by choice.

Those girls fucking hated me as much as I hate myself.