Transgendered Unknown, Unsewn Be Known? Poem by Michael Gale

Who are they as trapped inside...
Of that body do they hide as to themselves as lied.
Sorrow and sadness is felt for those trapped inside...
Why had to them did God had lied?

Tho they be tormented from day of birth...
No happiness or merriment in misery of mirth.
No one understands the way they have felt...
Of their own misery of lifely hand that God had dealt.

Why do these people feel so way out of role? ...
Why do they suffer in their own misunderstood stared at soul?
Why were they born so wrong? ...
What do they mostly for want and long?

To be born in a seperate foreign host...
What do you think they wish for most?
To be in and have that other most wanted body...
Not to be a man but instead just be that womanly most wantedly hotty.

Why did God dish out those inbalanced of genes and DNA? ...
Who can know, or even say?
This topic was covered on today, just seen on Oprah's tv show...
Who knows the answers, whoever on earth does not know or know?

Born inside the wrong filled life...
Forever more to spend in strife.
Only the hope of a many more numbers of a seutured stitch...
Can help them to become into a much normal feeling
and subtle switch.

How can they hope to escape from a useless life and hitch to ditch? ...
Which sex is which as which is which?
Are they all just merely greatly misunderstood? ...
Of their own status as their own known woman or manhood?

I do not understand? ? ? ...
Who did give the unknown command?
Was it God? ...
Who knows and gives the final righteous nod?

Who knows? ...
What by nature really shows?
I give up...
As we all should.
Only one supreme being knows what is up.