Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • 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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    Or something

    Be well, blue star

    Be well or I’ll have to come fight people for you

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