#first pome

Note: Um, hi. So this is kind of something that I wrote because I cannot draw really that well so I vent in other forms. This is one of them. If anyone sees this please let me know and let me know if you like it or if you want to throw me down the toilet! 

We live in a world where we must be put in a box. 

Boxes are dark, I don’t like them because after some time I feel congested. 

Please don’t make me go back in there when I just got out. 

But they forced me back with words of hate and stones of stereotypes. 

They told me to pick a career, but do something you love cause’ you won’t be able to get back out. 

I shout to them, “Tell the ambassadors of society that they were wrong! To watch me and I will be the outlier!”

I love a thousand things and will love a possibly thousand or more before the gates of hell open for me.

Mom, I am sorry that I was not the one to get the right things. 

I was on the other side of the store and then did not double-check the cart even though the man is over half my age. 

I make mistakes sometimes even though I am still going through the pages. 

Please forgive me, but all of this hate and things that you are bring upon me are starting to hurt a little too much. 

Dad, I am sorry that I was not born a boy and that out legacy of our last name shall now carry on. 

I tried my best to be the kid that you always wanted. 

But mom told me about the fire-truck onesie that you got when you first started to try to bring into another life. 

I think they have been donated to the women’s shelter or they were the ones that I found in the back of the closet not too long ago. 

I am sorry to the ones that have tried and failed to mold me into what is considered right

Mom, I will try to do better

Dad, our legacy will still carry on