Suck It.
I didn’t have a choice.
You made me,
All of you.
I don’t know a mother’s love
Or innocent fun with my cousins
Because you ruined it.
It wasn’t anything I had control over.
You did it to me.
My scars are physical and emotional.
I’m 17, trying to be an adult.
But I still act like I’m a child.
Because you traumatized me.
You made it impossible for me to handle life.
Anxiety, depression, anger.
It’s all your fault.
It’s your fucking fault I’m like this.
I exist.
Not because of you.
I’m alive.
Not because of you.
I’m alive and I exist
Because I fucking feel like it.
I don’t give a shit about your opinion.
Suck my big transboy dick.
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