Dear mom and dad,
Hi
I'm Brooklyn
I know you know my name but I'm introducing myself because although you raised me,
You do not know me
That is not your fault
I hid
I still hide
So in this letter I'm trying to let you meet me
My name is Brooklyn and I like writing, drawing, reading, funny shows, horror movies, music, all genders, and I like my friends at school
My name is Brooklyn and I dont like spiders, driving long distances, confrontation with family members, hiding, or crying in front of people
Hi my name is Brooklyn and I don't believe in magic, God being against gays, or an everlasting life without pain or tears
Hi my name is Brooklyn and I don't want to leave school, I dont want to be a jehovah's witness, and I dont want to hide anymore
I know I am not the daughter you expected
But I cannot apologize because I cannot help these things
I love you so much and I hope you dont see these things as offences to you
I also hope you understand that even though I am not the daughter you thought you had I am still the same girl you raised
I love you,
Sincerely,
Brooklyn
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
