stuck in the wrong packaging

Dear diary

There is a soul of a woman inside; 

There is a soft heart expressing for

The desires of femininity

The wants and needs

For the opposite

Regardless of being stuck

In a wrong packaging

I wish to garb in skirts and high heels

And desire vitality, like a woman

Openly, freely in public

 

Nonetheless 

As I face the inevitable truth

I’m stuck wearing 

The wrong, improper attire

Against the defunct, I want to change

And live as per the longings

Of my feelings

Howbeit, I would still be a man

Stuck with the wrong instincts

The instincts and emotions of that

Of a craving woman