The saddest times of my life have been spent wishing to be someone
who I can never truly be.
It's so sad
Long ago and far away
there lived a boy I'm sad to say,
who was not happy with himself,
he dreamed of being someone else.
Someone who was soft and sweet,
a change that would make his life complete.
Someone with long flowing hair of brown,
who could wipe away his bewildered frown.
Someone with breasts so full and warm,
and a pretty face to delight and charm.
A girl it seems he would rather be,
I'm sad to say that boy was me.
/joanna/June 11, 2005/
