• I guess you could say, I'm not normal. But everyone says that. "I'm not normal." "Haha, normal? Me? Your funny." But they are normal, they don't understand. They don't know, clouded by judgement, and anger. I find myself pondering about my identification. What am I? Not just my gender, my personality....me. I don't know what I am. Who I am....? •

• Tape. Covering my mouth, sinking into my skin. Forming words, calling names. Searching for thoughts, energy spent on time. Scratching at flesh, parts of good human flak off. Screaming for help, but no one else sees it. Voices broken, no nice words anymore. Coldness freezing once warm bodies. Shivering, death. Waving, smiling, from release. Happy tears, fall off pure cheeks. Gracefully falling into the dirt, and...a...genuine...smile..•