II'm a girl.I'm a boy.My names AlyssaHey, I'm Kurt.I love shopping.Skating is my life.I wear pink flip-flopsI wear blue DCsI wear skirts and tank-topsI wear jeans and a blue tee.I'm shy.I'm loud.I'm scared.I'm brave.I have a boyfriend.I want a girlfriend.I am loved.I am hated.I wanna be
Prision with Hangers.Step out of one closet,And be forced into another,Ask for help,From people that don't understand,Happiness just isn't for you.It's not part of the plan.Cry alone in your room,And force yourself to sleep.Because in your dreams,At least you can be you.You'll wake up the next day,And find reality again.You're not a boy,But you can't be a girl.It's not fair, no,But there isn't anything you can do,Except sit alone in the dark,And hope that maybe, just maybe,This time,You won't wake up.
It's Not FairA man is on his period.A woman is growing a beard.He was just kicked out of the house.She was just disowned.A man is dating a woman.A woman he doesn't love.All for love he couldn't haveIf his parents knew that man he'd lovedA woman is sleeping with a man.An ugly, manly man.Just so that she feels feminineBecause she wouldn't with that beautiful girl.It's not fairPeople live like this.It's not fairBodies are wrong.It's not fairLove is shamed like this.I thought we were all equal.I guess America lied.
Waiting"Please take a seat, Miss Renard. You are a few minutes early." The woman led Sarah towards a bench. "If you will please have a seat." Sitting down, Sarah looked around the plain waiting room. Nervously, she tousled her hair, its dark brown strands tied back in a ponytail. She twisted it around her hand and continued to glance around the room. A handful of other people sat at whatever distance they could from everybody else, each there for their own purposes. Most had grim looks on their faces. Sarah became more nervous as she waited.Waiting.Sarah had been waiting for this day for over a year, and had not been nervous until this point. She could remember the day she had come out to her parents. What had it been? One? Two? Three years? Why was it that the nervousness of now was just as bad as that day? She couldn't make heads or tails of her feelings right now. Sarah felt like crying. None of her friends were here to lend a supporting hand. She stood alone at this major crossroads. Sh
Hushbe quietsettle downdon't you dare make a soundhush hushclose your eyesclose your mindno one ever has the timehush hushdry your eyesfake a smilepoker face cause your on trialhush hushhide the cutscover scarswish on every single starhush hushbite your tongueclench your fistsno on needs to know your wishhush hushbind your chestpack your jeanssmile when you make a scene don't hush
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorHating what looks back?Pinching the fat we seeOn our hipsStomachThighsTempted to just smash itSo we would never have to lookAt out degrading selves againSometimes we cryOr screamOr curseOr we find other things to hateTeeth not straightEye color we hateNose too bigPimple here, pimple thereSelf-confidence is so hard to findWhen you're hit hard everydayWith advertisements saying'This product will help you lose this many pounds!''Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!''Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'Basically'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'But the fact is no matter how big or small we may beOr how crooked our teeth might beOr how big our nose may beOr any other imperfectionWe are all beautifulExactly the way we areBig, small, short, tallBecause we were molded to bePerfectly Imperfect