Boy-child

"Dear Mother", he wrote,

"I'm sorry,

For I couldn't put on,

The cloth of a "boy",

You wanted me to the sport.

I'm sorry, 

For I'm unlike the others,

Other's hearts,

Differ from mine.

I'm sorry, 

For I'm tender and weak.

I'm sorry, I'm me,

And I is what you hate."

"Dear Father", he wrote,

A teardrop down his cheeks,

"I'm sorry, 

For up to your name,

I could never live.

I'm sorry,

For I "run like, walk like, 

And play like a girl."

I'm sorry,

For I failed to change,

Even after all the bruises.

I'm sorry,

For I could never be,

The son you always wanted.

"Dear Mr. Bully", he wrote

"No, I'm not a 'faggot'.

Sensitive, I am,

Dancing, I do,

Pink, I like,

Sports, I hate,

Romcoms, I dig,

Violent, I'm not,

But I am not a 'faggot'."

"Dear Sister", he wrote,

"Thank you,

For existing,

Thank you,

For being there,

When our parents despised me,

Thank you,

For not judging me,

Thank you,

For loving me,

Be happy,

For these words,

Mark the end

of my torment.

"Dear God", he screamed

"Make me like this?

For I hate, 

What the world wants,

And want, what the world hates.

I'm sorry,

For your creation,

Is coming back to you,

Failed."