From birth.

From birth I was destined with an intertwining love of the world

Clutching to every breath that I ever thought of holding in my lungs

I had no choice of who I was made to be

I was stuck with myself and that used to be fine

Now I’m falling in an ongoing inertia of sadness

As I love one with long hair and tender hands

I should have been different

I should have avoided all of the heartache that has come to me

If only I was someone new

I would have an acceptable urge

I would love the right way

That would be enough.