Here I was, in a mental Asylum. Tied up, in a straightjacket, naked. And what was the worsted is it not me, not a man anymore. But a girl. The girl I was well dating, Before it happen me, I was in shock, I was panicking. Trying telling the doctors I was a girl, I'm a guy. Thou I'm physically, genetically one, but who I am, is still me, mentally me a guy. So after I couldn't convinces them. So I tried another method. If I try to convince them I'm better now. But I think I could fool them. I could find her. And be me again.
Here I was, in a mental Asylum. Tied up, in a straightjacket, naked. And what was the worsted is it not me, not a man anymore. But a girl. The girl I was well dating, Before it happen me, I was in shock, I was panicking. Trying telling the doctors I was a girl, I'm a guy. Thou I'm physically, genetically one, but who I am, is still me, mentally me a guy.
ReplyDeleteSo after I couldn't convinces them. So I tried another method. If I try to convince them I'm better now. But I think I could fool them. I could find her. And be me again.