Every letter I write will never do
For I am not valid enough for you.

You claim that I am girly,
Which made me quite squirrely.

Your claims of me not being a boy
Are like you throwing me around like a toy.

I am not your possession
And this is my life’s recession.

Death never seemed so cool
Until your sobbing created pools
That you could swim through
With the water so blue.

I can hear your screaming from my room
And I can say that it has created my tomb.

I am boy
Not a toy.

My masculinity is not determined by you
But determined by the question of who.

Who am I?
Am I a guy?
Or am I faking my breath
While you fake your depth?

You say you will love me no matter what
But I’ve put you in a rut.

I’m transgender and you don’t agree,
So does this mean
You can strip me of my identity?