My mind is f#$ked up. Has been since...

My mind is f#$ked up.

Has been since the day I was born.

My entire life, I tried to hide who I am.

Ashamed of the way I was.

Embarrassed of how I was born.

Felt that people wouldn’t understand.

By the time I did start telling my friends, they just

kept asking:

“What’s it like?”

I couldn’t give them a good answer

even if I wanted to. How could I know

what it was like to be the way I am, if

I didn’t even know what it was like

NOT to be the way I am?

It pisses me off.

How people try and

“understand”.

When people say they are

“aware”.

When they think they can

“help”.

They can’t help me. I learned that

A long time ago. I’m destined to live with

this Until the day I die, a day I used to wish

Would come every day because of it.

Because of the doctors who kept telling me I had to be

“treated”.

Or the so-called "advocates" who still think we need a

“cure”.

Because of the idiots who think this is the same

as being stupid.

Or because of the assholes who still use this

as a word that is intended to be insulting.

Too many of them

still aren’t able to see I’m every bit as human

as they are.

I don’t need people to understand.

I don’t care if people show their

“awareness”.

I just want them to

accept me for who I am,

flaws and everything...

I wouldn’t wish this on my own worst enemy...

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