Mr frog

Pls give me critism

Tw gender dysphoria and mentions of the female body so like proceed with caution

I was born incorrect

They added lips in the wrong place

And too many holes to protect

Fat grows wrong and hips turn into a pears

Although I cannot dare to protest as it's not theirs

They fucked up but they don't dare say what

They gave the organ that I want to rot

They don't dare to admit their mistake

Yet I am meant to worship this gift of hate

Once a month I cry Yet I am required to lie

I'm fine

I don't care how they view me

A man, a woman, a leech?

I never cared as they can just leave

My only criteria is that I was me but

I have already failed that one,

You see?

-mr moth

I don't have a good time line of my life so I don't have many ages. I remember I was really into gacha. Not exactly making stuff but instead watching it, all of the cringy hated child turns into a princess and that. So like any normal kid I got into the music and it still influences my tastes today. I remember one song (I think it was about not caring how people think or something) and it was covered with swear words. So what did I decide to do, yep blast it In front of my dad. In my head I was dancing on the coffee table at my gran's and was shouted at before quietly stepping down. I know that I never did that because, well I wouldn't do that and gran’s table wouldn't have supported me.

On that same note I used to listen to songs on loop for hours. I remember my brother and dad were out of the flat leaving me home with my gran. I put on legends never die for an hour and I think I drew or maybe just looked out the window but my gran made a comment. I can't remember her exact wording but she said it's not normal to listen to songs like this and I'll get sick of it. It hurt me but I can't remember why, why did I get upset at such a small comment when now I would've just shrugged it off but I didn't. I think I turned it off and I haven't been able to listen to the song properly since then.

In that same flat I used to put Pokémon around it and pretend I was a Pokémon trainer. It'd always annoy dad but I didn't stop because I think I was bored. Also whenever Jake was watching something on the TV I'd screen share and he'd shout at me. Good times

Another memory is my standing in my kitchen with laminate. When we first got it I'd follow the arrows over and over like I was in some video game until I nearly fell. Mum was standing in front of me and something came up about memories. So she looked me in the eyes and said to me “this isn't real, it's just a memory”. It wasn't revolutionary but I was so confused back then like it wasn't obvious. I kinda hate that memory because whenever I try to focus on the details it slips away more and more. I can't remember what she looked like and how the kitchen was arranged. I could be lying to myself about the laminate but I'd be the only one to remember if I'm right or not.

Another memory like that is just the layout of my primary school. I remember the staircases I think but when it comes to the main area in the middle it annoys me. I swear there was planets on the wall but I can't remember how. It's like you're using ai and you keep generating a picture with the same prompt. They're all different but so close they morph together but none of them make sense with previous memories. For example I swear there was a corridor behind it but what was under it. Also I feel like there was a staircase there but that's where the office was. It just blends together and you can't tell what's the truth and not.

Wip