I don’t exist
I am a phase
I am a mistake
I am confused
I’m too young
I’m a freak
I’m frigid
I am trying to trend
I am trying too hard
I’m a fake
I’m a fraud
I don’t make sense
I can’t choose
I’m not welcome
I’m an outcast
I exist
This is not a phase
I’m not a mistake, nor am I too young
I’m not confused or trying to be trendy
I am trying hard to be accepted
I want to be heard
I don’t want to fit in, I just want to be myself
I’m not a fake or a fraud
There isn’t anything to choose
I may be an outcast
But I won’t apologise for who I am
For who I am is myself