Whispers

i cannot do poems so ill fix this up late r but uh



I hear them everywhere i go

No matter what mask i put on

They still treat me as if i'm a phenomenon



their whispers fill my thoughts with anger

as the horrid words drill through my skull

I start to feel dull as saltly liquid spills from my eyes

who am i?



They say I don't exist

that I'm simply a special snowflake

or that this is for attention and popularity

or maybe its simply because im a lost little girl



<p style="text-align:center;">I say that its none of them

<p style="text-align:center;">because this never was for attention

<p style="text-align:center;">i do exist and despite what they think i am valid

<p style="text-align:center;">i won't let them twist my gender identity into something it's not

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crap poem about how everyone at school who i meet talks about how nb people don't exist in front of me while im out and snicker at me

fff it aint that hard to respect people

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