lowkeyhatespeople
I am not a girl. I am a boy. I am trapped inside my body, Clawing for every breath of life, Crying out for understanding, Viewing love as a labor, Nobody likes people like me. We’re viewed as pollution. Would you rather me cry out? Begging for someone to see me As who I really am. Why can’t you? How much do I need to demand? You say it’s just a phase Just a way to gain attention But oh you’re wrong, So so wrong ~ Boy. by JK 4/7/17