Just wanted to put this out there.
I guess a lot of us feel this way.

A Wounded Dove

You took my happiness,
and I know not laughter,
nor joy,
nor love.

You stole my childhood,
and awkwardly I matured,
ahead of time,
a man-child in the world.

You snatched my voice,
and speechlessly I exist,
without words to express,
what I endured.

You cuffed my anger,
and helplessly I roam,
tied to invisible secrets,
that I cannot reveal.

You blurred my gender,
and confused I am,
of my sexuality,
and who I am,
and what I was supposed to be,
and what I could have been,

You strangled my life,
and death will not come,
and release me,
from the cross I bear.