Poems from ceilingstatic

I'm 15 years old in a small town and I'm a transgender man who's trying to get through one day at a time.
“What’s your sign?”I have a lot to say-More words than you’d thinkBut confrontations are hardand talking makes my hands sweatand my legs...
I would politely ask you to stop talking and the red would show through but i’d force it down to a meek whisper my fingers twitch itch and...
Acid drips from the lips and the teeth snarl and my stomach churns As fear bubbles drip d...r...i...p your tongue clicks acid rolling off...
There are people in this world that will lock arms around you and build a world for you that is so comforting, you no longer have to sleep...
my heart runs fast but the bile in my throat deepens you make me sick to my stomach and my stomach sick to it’s stomach your laugh...