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Feb 2018
People may think
They know what's going on
They know exactly what my sadness is like
But they don't
They don't know why I'm sad
In fact I don't either
They don't know why I hate myself
But I know why
It's because they judge my appearance
They don't know why I'm crying at night
I know why
It's because I know no one I love will ever understand me
It's not a phase
It's a fact
No one understands
No one cares
So I put on my smile
So no one has to deal with me
I trick myself into being happy
But it doesn't last long
Because reality always seems to interfere
Does everyone enjoy laughing at me?
Does everyone like ruining me?
Does anyone understand me?
Yes,
Yes,
and No.
I wish I could be a normal girl
My own room
I could have makeup
I could be pretty
I could have a best friend that understands me
But that isn't reality

This isn't even a poem anymore...
Written by
Alex  19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula
(19/Trans Male/The Butterfly Nebula)   
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