u/JasonIsCurious

Reflections of a past

And what never was

Of another frame 

Of a truer sense of being

I cannot conform in full

For I still mourn my other form

I long to go back to what I knew

This face, body and skin

Is not how I wish to be seen

This rugged vessel is my shell 

And in it I shall perish

And thereafter?

Will my longing still flicker?

For a life that never was?

The turmoil exhausts me

Besides, my wings are clipped 

And wistful thinking yields nought

I can only wait and endure

For how long, I cannot say

I only want to be me

On the outside, as I am on the inside