For the birthdays yet to come,

There are hopefully still so many.

The way I feel right now means nothing compared to how I’ll feel when I am forty.

If I could begin to feel the way I want to.

I would finally be able to enjoy this life.

When I see the person I truly am

Tears come to my eyes

Reminding me that I am alive.

I do breath and think that I am wasted but that’s not what I want to be,

I want to relish in the birthday’s

Feeling nothing but happy.

If I could feel the way I wanted to

I could even learn how to love like everyone seems to

I always thought it wasn’t meant for me

But I now know it’s not something bad

I am nothing like I think I am

And one day I’ll free myself to be who I know I am

If I could be happy

I could do about anything I wanted to

Surely these moments are around the corner

I’ll catch them real soon

I’ll say thank you for waiting,

I’m sorry I’m late.