Lil' Stories uwu

Gender

I look in the mirror

and I'm ugly as hell

I hate my body

and I hate myself

"What's wrong with me?"

I ask myself

as I cry myself

to sleep

I hate the though of living

with the same ol' me.

I turn back to my friend

He gives me a long talk

He asks if I'm okay

or if I wanna take a walk

I kindly accept

and we walk a long way

while he quizzes me with questions

I haven't heard since today

I feel so much better after talking out a plan

He looks at me and and asks

"Do you wanna be a man?"

I think for a hard minute

with bold tears in my eyes

I realize what he means

and I feel like that I'm alive.

I don't want to be a princess

or wear a nice fancy dress

I don't want to wear makeup

on a daily basis

I want to be a free man

Not a trapped girl

In the world I know now

I have come to hate myself

I look in the mirror

once again I wanna cry

I hate this stupid style

"Do I wanna be alive?"

What is my main purpose

of this life I hate to live

Do I need to be her

or can I just be him.

Some friends do accept me

but my parents don't approve

They miss the old me

they don't want a new tune

They want their sweet daughter

not their disappointment son

What's supposed to happen after

their war is won?

Am I kicked out of the house?

Do I need a new home?

Should I live with my best friend

or should I die cold and alone?

What do I do now

in the horrid dream I'm in?

Should I survive this hell

or should I take a dive off a cliff?

I'm sad.

I'm him.

Not her.

I'm grim.

I'm a man.

So shut up.

Let me live.

And let me love.