I hate my body
I hate my mind
I hate my thoughts
I hate me sometimes
I hate that I'm not who I need to be
I need to be a boy but I'm a girl, you see.
I hate my voice, its too high for my liking
I hate my chest for its that I am fighting.
I hate the clothes that my mother is buying
They're not to my taste they're girly and twirly
I hate my body
I hate my mind
You should know
I hate me sometimes.
YOU ARE READING
;Alone;
Short StoryWhy do I have to be so different? So far away from everyone else? Why do I have to be alone?
