beautiful , you

is this abuse? if it wasn't before

you tell me i'm invalid

a monster

a cruel being to this beautiful world

you brought me in , you can take me out

threats,

how obscure

because at the end of the day

i'm unrattled

untouched

your angry words may inflict

damage upon my heart

but i wonder what is going on

in yours.

mom , why do you have to be so

cruel

why do you have to call me

a whore

a slut

everything under the sun

a liar

even though that is what i am

you shouldn't tell me that

dad , 

you called me a piece 

of shit

you told me that you knew

people who actually commited

who had taken their lives

and you told me i was putting on a show

that i know how to off myself properly

why don't i just do it?

i may be a liar

i may be one that does not conform to the

gender binary when

it comes to labels

but that doesn't mean

that i don't deserve respect

i am a liar

i am a cheater and

a thief.

however i am real

and i know myself.

so is this abuse? if it wasn't before?

when you acknowledge my pain

you wonder why i can't talk to you

my gender identity shouldn't matter

my stance on anything shouldn't

matter.

you are close-minded even though

you call yourself a bi-sexual.

you call yourself open-minded

even though you bash men for wearing womens

clothing. 

you side with my dad like

you never have before

just to try

and prove me wrong.

embarass me some more

i may just start to like it.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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