People don’t like me.
I think they don’t like me because other people think I’m a freak and so they might also think that the people that like me might be a freak too.
But how many people think I’m a freak?
Seven million maybe?
Or just two.
It still hurts the same, if it’s seven million or two.
My friends are not playing with me because I’m not a girl anymore.
I’m sad because now I want to become a girl again but I’m a transgender boy.
I told them about me being a transgender boy.
They were okay.
Then they forgot.
Now I have to do a stupid test to get to play in their game.
And now I need help.
I’d don’t know what type of help but I need help.
Published with permission from a young trans child in our advocacy network, in original form to honor the voice and agency of this child.