I tell you something, you tell me,Ā āWhy didnāt you tell me sooner?ā but you donāt tell me. You yell at me.Ā
I tell you something, you donāt answer me.Ā
He tells you something, you tell him,Ā āYeah? Well thanks for that. Weāll sort that out.ā and you donāt yell at him.
But like me, he was once a she.
I ask you something, you reply,Ā āNO! DONāT ASK ME FOR ANYTHING. I CANāT BE BOTHERED. IāM USING IT.ā and you donāt let it go.
He asked you something, you reply,Ā āYeah, alright. As long as I get it back because Iām using it.
You need help. I am there helping you but you push me away, telling me I canāt do it properly or I fucked it up.
You need help. He helps you and you appreciate it and even help him to help you.Ā
I get angry. You yell at me to shut up and stop over-reacting.
He gets angry. You ask him whatās wrong and how you can help.
I clean up and now I have lost your eyeliner when I havenāt seen it in the fridge, where you keep it.
He cleans up and itās okay, youāre happy with him and thank him.
Now Iām being yelled at for not knowing where it is.
He tells you he hasnāt seen it and now youāre just grumbling, looking for it, yelling at me when you can.
He has mental illness. He has bipolar and depression.
I have mental illness that stressed you entirely. It stresses you everyday but you loved me like all fuck when I was dying. Now I am better from my encephalitis and other ailments besides fibro. You cast me out. Everyone you meet is better than me. I am not allowed to talk to people without you talking for me. I am dumb though. I have no memory and no independence. I donāt see what youāre doing. You can deny it. You can love like you never loved since I was ten and deny the lot of how youāre treating me.
I am standing here. Right here, mum. I am always going to stand here. Always support you.
Even though I canāt be accepted.Ā
Sorry for being replaceable.
Sorry for ruining your life.
Sorry, your daughter who you will not accept as a son unless Blaze tells you to.