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788 · Jan 2015
Who am I?
Layla Dark Jan 2015
Hiding behind the walls I made,
I'm not like everyone else,
I hope this thing will just fade.

As I get older it only gets worse,
My momma calls me a princess,
And sometimes it makes me want to curse.

I look in the mirror,
And sometimes I can only stare back in horror.

I have extra parts and missing parts,
My hair is too girly,
My clothes hug the wrong parts.

I just want to scream,
And I don't want to be here.
I wish no one to be near.

But other times I look,
And I can't help but smile,
This has all been worth while.

I look at the wall I built,
And my whole body fills with guilt.
The face I plaster on is not always me
How could I let this be.

Slowly I will take it down
And live my life.
I will be a girl or a boy,
Or both or neither
If that's that day.
Not great at writing poetry. I would love for criticism so I can get better. This is about me being genderfluid and how it is for me. This may not be how another genderfluid might be.
438 · Oct 2015
1, 2, 3
Layla Dark Oct 2015
1, 2, 3...
7, 8, 9...
11, 12, 13...
17, 18, 19...

Still no one stops,
Tears flows forever it seems.
As the time stops,
So does my heart.

I send my angels to protect you,
I send them to save you.
I want you to be forever mine,
I want your love to be mine.

Two woman stop in there day,
To make sure that I'm okay.
I cry as I tell them no,
I told them how you tried to go.

They wait and watch,
To make sure I don't end the same.
I never knew I could feel so much pain.

I love you with all my heart.
Stay forever beside me, my Wolfie.

1, 2, 3...
7,8,9...
11,12,13...
17, 18, 19...

One more I'll be on the floor,
More pain, soon peace.
Soon I'll be closing the door,
I want you back to me.

Pill by pill,
I end my will.
Pill by pill,
I soon will ****.

I close my eyes and wait for death,
Soon he lingers over me.
"Why my child you wish for me?"
I reach for his hand,
But he pulls it away.

"Child of mine, why do you cry?
'Child of mine, don't you love?
'Child of mine, won't you be missed?
'Child of mine, why do you cry?"

"Death take me now,
'Free my soul
'Death take me now
'Finish my goal"

"It's not your time,
Just wait and see,
Someday you will be
Exactly who you wish to be."
One of the first poems finished.

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