Between the emotions that I can show and the scorching rage that's inside of me. We live in a disposable society that pays lip service to the idea of equality while demonstrating that you better not actually be different.
You have to be: interested in boys, interested in sex, interested in fashion, the right sex for your gender, fitting an externally imposed idea of feminity where you shave your legs, accept that your body is wrong because it doesn't match with an unrealistic ideal, accept that other people have more right to your body than you have to say no, chin up, smile, nice tits, sit with your knees together, ladies don't, be happy, be nice.
Be nice.
This is the bullshit you put on me and you want me to be nice.
I telll you what: you don't hurt me and I won't hurt you. When you tell me that I'm wrong for being myself, that hurts me. I'm going to tell you that you're a moron.
Be NICE
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