“Bitter Birth”

 

In the prison of my mind
a bitter battle rages
about the things I am
and the things I ought to be.

Through every waking moment
this woeful war goes on.
No matter who the winner is,
I know it can’t be me.

Wish I were a simple man;
my mind a bit less cluttered
happy with my lot in life
just a bit less bitter.

The circumstances of birth
can hardly now be altered,
so I’ll be just what I am
and fight to be the other.