just having some troubles lately, being trans is hard (also, if any of y'all have seen 'i saw the tv glow' and my cover for this poem reminded you of it, then you'd be correct lol)
i walked to your house crying because of my blouse and you feel horrible about it because my brain won't just sit and i don't really know why anytime i see my body it makes me cry internally break down and scream this has to be a dream why did i have to turn out like this caused by me, the bruises now bring bliss they are the only way i can feel okay when the world never hears what i say it's like my heart was born blue always hating what is true always wishing and waiting for change it wouldnt mind being a target for the range