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There are no words that can definitely described the anger to which I hide.
Angel eyes with a smile that hides all the anger built up inside.

A lady is not to show the emotional state to which she is in, hold it deep, bottle it up, swallow it down keep it in no matter what.

Sit up straight, face forward, look them in the face when they speak. Nod and smile acting like nothing is wrong. Hands folded in lap, legs crossed, chin up, hair pulled back. This is how they expect you to act.

Loathing all they expect me to be, I'm filled with anger, why can't I be me?!
I want to run, I want to yell, I want to scream "You all can go to hell!"
I want to sit with my legs wide open,
I want to put my hands where I want them.
I want to let my hair down, I want to ignore them.

I don't want to be that perfect little lady they want me to be. There are no words to definitely describe the anger to which I hide.

I am a man.
And I feel.
I feel pain.
I feel sadness.
I feel heartbreak.
I am and I feel
I see
And I hear
And I touch, taste,smell
And I feel.

I am young.
I feel love.
I feel friendship.
I feel tired, mostly.
I am and I feel.
I experience,
And learn, and try, and again.
And I feel.

I am transgender.
I feel different.
I feel wrong
I feel disconnected.
I am and I feel.
I bleed, and I cry,
And I fall, and I never give up no matter how easy it would be.
And I feel.

I am human.
I feel happiness.
I feel hatred.
I feel... Something
I touch and crave touch.
I love and crave lov.
And even when I feel nothing,
I feel.

A load of rubbish.

Here is this amazing rubbish
And I am writing it off the bat,
We are told to have fun with it
So what? The cat sat on the mat?
No maybe not! Too much like Seuss.
Maybe i should go steamier?
Like a guy and girl both in bed,
But let's make it dark, not dreamer.
They're both quite dead, but zombies now,
Popular in cult fiction,
They start going at it really fast,
So fast there is much friction.
Smoke arises and flames burst out
As both of them combust,
Well now they've gone we must move on
And finish this crappy versing
After all its gone to hell
It's even quite perversing.
Yes, that's urban slang, I admit to it,
But I refuse to get into rap,
The time I have spent doing this
Has created loads of crap.

A girl used to try to kill herself
She thought she wasn’t pretty
She used to get bullied everyday
She dated a boy who hit her
She dated a boy who broke her heart
She dated a boy who cheated on her
She was so ready to give up on dating
She tried one last time
She made a friend who had common interest
They talked and shared secrets
They promised to never keep secrets from each other
He told her he loved her
She told him she loved him
Their friendship was close as it can get
The boy could get the girl to do anything
The girl could get the boy to do anything
They were in love without a care of others
The boy asked the girl something and it all changed
The boy got the girl to smoke
She called him and she was crazy
He laughed
She laughed
He said do you love me
The girl was paralyzed
With the life in her
She wanted to say yes
But she only laughed
It hurt the boy inside
But he never said it
Then the boy found out
What happened to her when she was younger
She cries just thinking about it
The boy still says I love you but the girl does not…
Why?
Because she doesn’t know why he loves her
She asks herself how can you love someone
that was raped?
After all that he knows about the girl
He continues to love her
Why?
She doesn’t know
That is what worries her the most
The girl isn’t used to that kind of love
Unconditional love
It frightens the girl