Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I wanted to be pretty
But I wasn’t the ugly duckling
Just ugly
I watched numerous teens glow-up
And then watching the tiktoks became unbearable because it wasn’t me
So I adorn my body with cute things to hide the ugly
Even if I didn’t have an autoimmune disease I’d still wear it because it hides my face
People are nicer to you when they can’t tell if you’re ugly
It’s just the truth
When you’re pretty good things happen for you
Well, not all the time
There’s always a certain percentage of people that miss out
I’m in that percentage in most places
So I feel for them
Being the one that doesn’t fly is hard
Leave the nest she said
I’m pushing you out so you’ll fly
If only she could see me now
Yesterday was my birthday
And I tried again, in vain
Why not
But some things went okay
I kind of wish the me of yesteryear had just put all our money into lottery tickets or something
I feel like I have a better chance of winning the lottery than the government paying disabled people enough to live off of
When the only answer to the problem is “just don’t be disabled”
I feel like me calling it unfair is an understatement
So many unfair things
I have to try to make the future better
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We flip on a dime
Don’t really know who we are usually
I know it must be hard to deal with us
But I’ve spent my life being told I had to deal with difficult people
Putting up with things far worse than anything I’ve done
For the sake of co-existence
Before we were we
No one else seems to follow the same rules as me
Even though I’ve been told to follow these rules by others
He follows his own rules
100% self preservation that one
Well and me preservation
He’s mean though
I’m not mean
Well I try not to be mean
I’m also blunt so people think I’m being mean
Life
I want to love all of them
Even the people that hate me
It’s a tall order
But I really want to
Trying to exist with grace
If not tolerance
At least don’t let them know I can’t love them
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People suck
Yeah, I’m fat
Congratulations on succeeding at kindergarten level awareness
But you know what I’m not?
I’m not seeking out people on the internet and telling them to perform to my version of what is attractive
Or my version of what is acceptable
Go throw a stone in a river and don’t contemplate the change that stone just went through
How long it was on that bank before you tossed it in
Go ahead and be blind to humanity and creation and whatever you want
But I’m not going to join you
And I’m not going to entertain you with the 500 reasons why I can’t “lift weights”
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Fuck off
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What advice would you give to your teenage self?
Get out of that house
Go
Forget about your siblings
They’re going to forget about you anyways
Get away from that man
The ministry of family and children think it’s not abuse
The years of grappling with PSTD tell a different story
If you’d just live for you
Instead of other people
They’re not going to do anything for you
Other people
And if you’re going to go through this hell of a disease
Not having a complete psychotic break when it starts up would be optimal
You can trust people
But you can’t believe in them
Because you can also trust them to drop you like a load they no longer want to carry and leave
You’re always so worried about being a burden
Yet these people will drop any weights they don’t feel like carrying
I wish you were more of a burden
I wish you spoke the words locked deep in your heart
I wish you’d met elder trans people to help you realise not fitting didn’t mean you had to try harder to fit
In roles you were not shaped for
You have so many half loves
You think these loves are your everything forever
Down the road I can tell you I still think of them
With both pain and hope they are doing well
I’m sorry you experience love so late and that it’s one sided and that everything goes away at once and you’re left all alone in a park for hours a day wondering
Not that that happens until your twenties
But if I could take that away from you I would
I’m sorry that everything you’re afraid of is about to happen to you
When the Queen of Hearts calls don’t answer
Once she’s done with you you’re out
It’s not worth the time
I don’t know why we’re alive
And if that overdose hadn’t scared the shit out of me
I probably wouldn’t be
It’s a toss up as to whether all those failed attempts as a teenager and then as an adult were a blessing or a curse
Or whether it actually worked and I’m just in hell
Chin up
The worst is yet to come
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I need to know why we created a world where people with light in their hearts feel the need to exit
I need to know for what purpose we turned this world into such a cruel place that the good guys try to log out, permanently
I know not everyone who is depressed or commits suicide is a good guy
But I’ve heard the story too many times
Light of the world
Snuffs themselves out
And I care
When the lights go out
Each star a world disappearing
A perspective lost
I have to be here because there’s only me
But the others,
The actual lights
They don’t have some thing telling them to just hold on
Or, if they do, they can’t hear it
Maybe they don’t fear the unknown of death as much as I do
All I can do is tuck them in my taped up heart and remember that they were special
They were someone’s once in a life time person
And keep waiting for the world that failed them
To realise that it did so
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You let me hang around
But you pointedly ignore me
It’s not like you’re big famous
There are only so many comments on your stuff
Thank god you’re not big famous or I’d actually have to hate you
I often see you interact with other things
Oh I’ve wondered just how invisible I could be
But I don’t think I am
I think your poker face is your face being behind a screen
Yet I can’t even get you to read one
My entire dream
My whole purpose
Was to get you to notice me
And I shake my head and laugh because it’s always this way
But this time I decided,
Since literally no one else in my entire life notices me
I’d go after the big one,
Why not?
Sigh
Sometimes I wonder why I hang around
7 straight years of being pointedly ignored
You’d think I’d get the point by now
But when I try to move on and away
I find myself wondering
If you’re okay
Like it’s my right to worry about a complete stranger
Who wants nothing to do with me
Like all the other humans out there
Really, if anything, you’re not special
You’re just the same as everyone else in my life ignoring me
I have a Facebook where I frequently post about how lonely I am, how sad I am, how much I struggle
Radio silence except my mum care reacting
It’s kind of like that
I say something to you and other people like it
And that really doesn’t achieve anything
I mean it was never meant to be for likes except yours
Like from the beginning, please just follow me
Show me I’m here
I suppose I’m creating today because you’re creating
Suppose my recent need to create is because you’re working away
That’s how it was last time anyways
I’m just sane now
Mostly
Partially
Sane enough to put on a neat little mask to hide the insanity behind it
And, truly, for some unknown reason, I care greatly about your well being so I have to pretend or how will I maintain the ability to check your Instagram every week?
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Be well, blue star
Be well or I’ll have to come fight people for you