I'll pull out your hairs
one by one
Then I'll go for your tongue
And its all too fun
Cause now you'll realize
I'm omitting you
from this earth
As I bury you
in 6ft of dirt.

The way you address me
Is very important
You must think with care
But YOU,
You did not...
You should have know better
By now
But you're all too foul
Cause you,
still smell like death...

To her, I am perfect.
To her, I am beautiful.
And she sees no faults nor cracks.
She is mine,
to which I will never let go...

I'm cold in class
so I ask
to borrow a jacket
of Taylor's it is
& it warms me
even if it's too big
& I can smell her on me
it's quite strange
yet her sent can calm
my inner rage.

I can't escape myself,
I SCREAM!
Bleeding black and red
As I lay dead,
Cause I've been shot in the head;
But yet nothing is said.
They mend up my cuts,
With thread on my wrist.
I'm gone and won't be missed.
I'm running through the forest,
And the mist I just felt suicides kiss.

Daddy's little girl;
Wearing puffy bloomers, frilly skirts, and pretty silk blouses.
What a PRETTY girl, daddy's little girl was.
...
Daddy starts to notice
As his little girl gets older,
She is changing in ways
He doesn't wish to see.
...
Daddy's little girl;
Wearing plaid boxers, skinny jeans, and a breast binder.
Daddy doesn't like this girl,
He wants HIS little girl.
...
Daddy doesn't confront the girl,
Only yells hurtful things.
"You are NOT a boy!"
"Quit wearing BOY clothes!"
"If I see you wearing THAT one more time..."
...
I stay silent,
as a single tear rolls down my face.
"God made you a GIRL!"
...
Father is delusional, and there is no God.

The people surround me.
I kick,
I scream,
When they try and grab a hold of me.
I punch,
I curse,
I bite.
...
They have no right,
To make me in there image.
...
Don't take off my cloths!
Let go of my binder!
Give me back my boxers!
I'm kicking and screaming with all my might.
...
They have no right,
To make me in there image.
...
Take these ******* off me now!
Get this boobie trap off of me!
Please, take this dress off me now!
...
crying
C-can I please have MY cloths back?

They flirt and grab my shirt
No, I don't slap there hands away
I prefer a simpler method
Straight from there *****
Leaving them crying in pain.
I'll kneel down beside them
And whisper in there ear...
"Now we're both girls... I prefer it that way"

Don't be afraid
You're an adorable little thing
I promise I don't bite
So come a little closer
I want to see your face
...please come with me

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