Poetry by a detransitioner

USED

When changes stopped feeling new

I started to miss when I was a kid

And the pain, it still grew

Despite what the doctors did

They said that I seem mad

As if anger is unjustified

I’m just selfish, bitter, and sad

That I was modified for life.

I wish I was angrier sometimes

It’s not easy to be so complacent

The rejection takes a hold of me

It’s hard to feel so helpless

We’re just followers who went astray

You call us traitors, but we’re the betrayed

It doesn’t matter if the news is on your side

If you’ve got statistics, if you think you have nothing to hide

We’re all still out here, we know what you did

We won’t be quiet forever. A storm is coming

GRAVEYARD

When I was thirteen, I murdered a girl 

Locked her up in a safe like a precious pearl 

Through faux memories and buried receipts 

I rewrote her entire history 

Buy a new hobby, stuff down your past 

Get a new outfit and hide your chest 

Wipe your personality, make a fake name 

It’s just a formality, come, play our game 

You want to fit in, you want respect 

You want to erase the guilt they embed 

With the group’s help and a little cooperation 

You can solve all your problems with one operation 

There’s a gravestone under your bed 

A shameful song stuck in your head 

And the girl you hated enough to kill 

Is waiting right where you left her still

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