Some of the saddest times in my life have been spent wishing to be someone other than me.
A life 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 firm 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.
love,
joanna
