Mun things
There are days when I want everything to disappear
When I see the people who care and asked where are mine
Where are people who care
Then there are the days when I feel okay
Where I see myself in the mirror and feel alright
No nit picking this or that, wondering why I was born into this body
Those days have become few in many.
Sometimes I wonder what it would like to be different
Sometimes beautiful, sometimes skinny and sometimes a boy
A boy most of the time because I don’t fit as a girl
I don’t feel beautiful in those clothes, because none are made for me
I don’t feel beautiful in makeup because none of it will cover me enough
Never enough
But it doesn’t matter now
Nothing will change
I will always have this face, this shape, these thoughts.
I’ll never be enough for boys, for girls, for it or them.
Maybe its better if Im alone.
