I am not at fault.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Why am I being treated as though I did?

Stop it with the pity and the shame.
I am not ashamed. I don't need pity.
Especially not yours.

Life is messed up, but I am not.

One in five. one in five. ONE IN FIVE
One in five LGBTQ+ people have been mistreated because of their sexual orientation. It's not that hard to find these statistics. Look it up. Look up anything about LGBTQ+ people and I'm sure you'll find mistreatment.
I'm sure you'll find harm.
I'm sure you'll find that they harm themselves.
Because they feel at fault.
It's not their fault that they feel a common emotion towards another person you, selfish, close-minded..

Four in five. four in five. FOUR IN FIVE
Don't talk about it.
The way they were mistreated.
If you don't really get that
If you can't  really fathom that
Almost all of them
Almost every single one of these people that have been mistreated don't even talk about it they don't reach out they don't tell

of LGBTQ+ people in school are bullied
Are mistreated
Are hurt
Are mocked
Are called names
In school.
Yeah, bullying happens all the time over stupid shit. All the time. Wearing glasses, looking different, being gay.
I get it.
It happens.
Nearly half.

"72 countries criminalise same-sex relationships ...
The death penalty is either ‘allowed’, or evidence of its existence occurs, in 8 countries
In more than half the world, LGBT people may not be protected from discrimination by workplace law
Most governments deny trans people the right to legally change their name and gender from those that were assigned to them at birth
Between 2008 and 2014, there were 1,612 trans people were murdered across 62 countries - equivalent to a killing every two days
A quarter of the world’s population believes that being LGBT should be a crime"

Oh hey, just some statistics. Isn't that interesting. Isn't it cool to take a step back and check that out. That's pretty crazy huh? Pretty outrageous. But, you know, maybe if you weren't such a

I did nothing
I tried to stop it.
I tried.
But how can you stop

People are hurting
People are dying
People are being killed
People are killing themselves

Stop it with the pity and the shame.

We are not to blame.
All statistics were taken from this website.
his parents are ascetically grieving
he only wants to look aesthetically pleasing
in his own mind he’s fine, he’s normal, he’s great
in their minds, they ask themselves, ‘what did we create?’
they’re never proud, not unless he’s their perfect little boy
and he’s only that way if he lets them treat him like their toy
she’s bearing weight like atlas with religious and outdated morals
the only way she can speak with her family’s in quarrels
she’s only herself, if they’d just understand
they act like her feelings are emotional contraband
zie’s just hirself
what’s wrong with that
hir family beats hir down with a mental bat
they say that it’s fine
they don’t think it is
what do they expect hir to do, when they can’t even live with what is?
zie cannot be a person who does not exist
all zie can do is just try to resist,
if it’s
the only thing that keeps hir alive
and it fits
zie is never gonna try to come back to this
if they can’t accept them, then someone else can
but who will accept the outcasts, the fallen
who will welcome them with open arms?
it's the lullaby of most transgenders
Ashley C Mar 1
He says he was gonna open the gates to his heart, show the world who he really was.
He was gonna escape this so called prison
He was gonna leave the darkness, in hopes to find someone better
He was gonna blossom like the beautiful flower he was meant to be
He was gonna change his world

But he couldn't be brave enough

He kept that gate locked in fear someone will look at him in disgust, think that it's just his "thing" or "phase" at the moment
He couldn't leave the so called prison
He says the darkness held him better than anyone else had ever
He wanted to blossom, but instead he kept wilting
He tried to change his world, but he was stuck in the same miserable one

He cried for years in that body, that everybody called hers.
He she her him they them us
Out there
All together

Forget the norm
People are people
People are us
We are changing
Changing changing

Stop it with the
there's here or there or then or now
there's everything at once and nothing at all

Stop it with the
define define
explain explain explain

You don't have to understand
just love
You don't have to be comforted
just love
You don't have to change others
just love
You don't have the final say so
just love

People are people are people are us
Let's cut the bullshit now
and just love
oliver Feb 20
unspoken words,
years of silence

it is time
to spread my wings

to embrace;

i am transgender
Kai Feb 6
they say your body's a temple
but mine is a shrine of lies
when god made me

my body

i wonder if he did this just to fuck with my mind

i was 5 years old when my grandmother
my grandmother
told me that i wasn't a boy.
told me i would never be a boy.

i guess she was wrong,
but she's convinced she's right.

bathroom laws
military laws
sexual predator?
looking for attention?

my gender has become a headline for people
to fetishize
to pity
to cry about


dead children

but of course
they're just looking for attention

instead of jumping into a swimming pool
we walk off of cliffs
instead of our family embracing us
eighteen-wheelers are
instead of cutting off the haters
we're cutting our wrists

no one cares

they just pretend to
so that they can pretend to understand
pretend to know

who will ever love me.
i don't know.

Kai Feb 6
it's been a while.
for me, it's been years.
for them, it's been months.
when i was living as you i was not alive
i was breathing with someone elses lungs
blood pumping through my veins from a heart i did not know
a face that wasn't mine
and a body that didn't match my mind


they miss you
they mourn for a girl they thought they knew
they cry for a girl they wish was there
but they didn't know

how you were a cocktail
two parts depressed
one part suicidal

they didn't know
that bracelets around your wrist weren't a fashion choice
and the hoodies you wore were to conceal your arms

im so much better now
im so happy
and you're somewhat gone
somewhat fading
not quite dead, though.

i miss you.

ps. i never hated you.
I wake up everyday, fix myself up and put my binder on. I make sure i look masculine enough with my button up shirt and skinny jeans on.
I wish i was like all the other boys that walk down the hall at school. Flat chested, tall, fit, strong with a deep voice. But instead I'm a C cup, short, small with a squeaky voice and get called a lesbian all the time.
How do people go to the toilet in public, i start getting a panic attack just thinking about it.
I can’t even go a day without freaking out, because someone said ‘she’.
I look down at myself…
god why am i like this, why can’t i be normal.
I want a flat chest, so i don’t come home with aching ribs everyday, struggling to breathe.
I want a deep voice, so i don’t get called a 12 year old girl.
I want to be tall, so i don’t get pushed and shoved to the floor.
I want to be masculine so it doesn’t feel like I'm getting stabbed in the chest from being misgendered.
All the other guys i see walking down the halls at school, are proud and happy, they don’t get told “but you still look like a girl” or get called she, or the wrong name. So why can’t i be like them, perfect and handsome.
Why can’t i just be me and be happy..
-Tyler Miller
Alyssa Feb 3
He grabbed my hand,
And whispered “run”.
I followed throughout the land,
Always having fun.

I’ll never forget his face,
Even as it will change.
He is in love with space,
And his large heart is rather strange.

My best friend was always found in him
But then he was different
Life became quite grim
I didn’t understand what he meant.

Things between us became strained
But then I realized my mistake.
I may have felt pained
But then I accepted her as not a fake.
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