I'm sorry, Mom
I'm sorry, Dad
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to be different...

All I’ve ever wanted was to fit in
I wanted to be that perfect daughter
These are my fresh regrets.
I feel like I killed her, your beautiful daughter.

Once A daughter, a sister, a niece,
Granddaughter, girlfriend..
Now a lost son, brother, nephew, grandson,
Boyfriend.

He is a disgrace, a nuisance, waste of space
Dreaming of a perfect kid, seems so distant
He will ever be what you wish again.

This boy knows who he is even if
No one else in the world believes...

Feeling alone and scared, afraid of life
Accepting, unafraid of death.
Still he continues to dream of what he should be.

Acceptance,
Love,
Understanding,
All he ever wanted but life tells him,
“No, you will always be different and looked down on”

He cries to himself at night, He wants to be her.
He wants to be that daughter that you want that you need.
Alone, he puts on make-up and tries so hard.
Nothing works, he is your son, locked
In a body that used to be your daughters.

You will never get it, he is a hazard to himself.
There is no way to break it to you easily.
Your son is dying inside your daughter...
Without your acceptance, he is drowning
In a pool of self hate and despair.

Why can’t you see that he is still your child,
The one you raised, the one you love.
Why can’t you just see him as him.

He shouldn’t be sorry for his existence...