Oh the feeling of being loved,
yet so hated its like a gun pointed
at your head by someone you love.
Oh the feeling of being loved by
someone who despises your real self.
Oh, the feeling so warm, yet cold and
painful, where did it come from?
The answer is in that warmth, it’s something we
call a “home”
Author’s Note/About Author
Hi, I’m Alex! I’m a transgender teenager who wants to write what he can’t say out loud thanks to homophobia and transphobia in my country, Chile.
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