Poems, short stories, poetic thoughs, and slam poetry

What am I..?

Dear future me, 

I won't make it that far.. I'm not good enough.. Every time someone says prepare for the future .. My future.. My single and utmost thought is.. "what future..?" Sure, I'll be okay for a while.. But think a couple years ahead. Will everything be okay then? Will I still have it all figured out? Will I even be alive..? 

These questions haunt me.. Every single night. I ask the same thing. . . Can I ever be okay, Can I ever be normal?

I don't know.. None of these questions have ever been answered for me.  And I don't believe they will

And I'm so sick of hearing people say, "God created man in his image." Suddenly the question hits. " But what about me??" Never in my entire life have I been or said to have been a «God's child» because I can't be. 

Not by choice either. By default because apparently my sexuality and my pronouns offend anyone and everyone that says i can be anything. 

But.... I'm not in God's image. 

So future self can you answer these questions?

Or if not those.. The one that haunts me the most...

What am I..?