Being genderfluid is like being water
Some Days your Ice, Some your water, Some your vapor
Or sometimes you go a day being all of it
But being genderfluid is hard, like really hard
The person on your right shoulder longing to be he
And the person on your left longing to be a she
People push you down for wanting to be both, all, or one
Their words, looks, and even the silence they give feel like stab wounds
The blood from the wounds spill out to much till you think about being nothing at all