I was born into a story
that wasn't mine to tell,
a name that never fit
and a body that never felt like home.
They don't know this version of me,
the one who rose from the ashes
of their expectations.
They don't understand
the price of my freedom,
the weight of my truth.
I've had to bury the parts of myself
they never knew existed,
to live without their love
or their understanding.
But I've also learned to rewrite my story,
to build a new family
from those who choose me
for the person I am,
not the person they thought I should be.