come to your parents
"i've got something to say, i know you won't take it so well.
i just don't feel at home in my body i think i was given the wrong one"
"how could you do this to us? you selfish son, you were supposed to be, the normal, golden, successful one!"
"i am not your son. i am your daughter."
(go to the woods dove, spread your wings, spread your words. fill up your tummy with mom's sleepy pills. a note that reads "they'll never love me")
"comb the woods for his body he's got to be here somewhere. how could he be so fucking selfish to us?"
she was your daughter.
how could you reject her?
and bury her in a boy's grave?