May 2019
If I could be He,
I'd grin ear to ear.
I'd laugh with a new voice,
and sing with boisterous cheer.
If I could be He,
I'd dance the night away.
I'd twirl around a girl,
and ask her if she'd stay.
If I could be He,
I'd no longer have to bind.
I'd lay shirtless on the beach,
and leave bottled messages to find.
If I could be He,
which I might never be,
I'd be eternally happy.
And I'd finally be me.
I'd grin ear to ear.
I'd laugh with a new voice,
and sing with boisterous cheer.
If I could be He,
I'd dance the night away.
I'd twirl around a girl,
and ask her if she'd stay.
If I could be He,
I'd no longer have to bind.
I'd lay shirtless on the beach,
and leave bottled messages to find.
If I could be He,
which I might never be,
I'd be eternally happy.
And I'd finally be me.
This is a more simplistic way of writing that I don't really do that much but it's fun. I'm afraid that I'll be stuck as "she" my whole life and honestly, that's a terrifying thought. But I know that one day I'll finally be myself. One day. I'm holding out for that.
