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“I don’t want to die”
I say it like it’s a revelation.
And maybe it is.
I think people want me dead.
The government wants me dead.
Or most of them anyway.
I’m scared.
I’m scared.
I just want to be happy.
I just want to be myself.
I just want to exist.
But they think it’s wrong.
That I changed my name.
That people call me ‘they’
Instead of ‘she’
And isn’t that ridiculous?
How could that possibly affect them.
They say we’re predators.
Or they do if they think you’re ‘really’ a man.
Even if you’re a kid.
It's not much better if they don’t.
Then you’re confused.
Then you’re manipulated.
Then you’re a victim.
And they don’t have to listen to you.
I don’t want to die.
But they wish I would.
Then they won’t have to see that I’m a child.
That I’m what they say they’re protecting.
That I’m happier now than I ever was.
That I don’t want to die anymore.
Because that doesn’t fit their narrative.
I Don’t Want To Die.