These thoughts are so complicated,
People are so overrated.
Why was I created?
The reason? That's still unknown to myself.
What I know is that, I can't be replaced.
Who's the nice dad, who let's his
Son play with doll-house and bat-ball
And daughter ride a bike and wear her crown.
Who let's his children
Feel good in their own skin?
'Cause I need that,
Just let me get a binder, mommy...
Sister, don't always call me "Skinny"...
Brother, don't say "you're trying too hard to be a boy".
Cause' I'm not!
I'm just trying to feel better in my own skin,
This body, feels so strange to me...
Would you just let me be who I am?
Rather than making me cry for everything,Damn!╯﹏╰

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In My Own Skin
RandomThis is my yet another "already-written" random. I had written this Two months ago... It's short and I suck at putting what I feel in words... however, it's about "you don't need to dress a certain way to be of a particular gender" , clothes, toys...
