Ruined inspirations...

What it takes to be a women? A different physique? A different mind set,particularly that backward one? I am a woman.By making me a woman, God has pushed me in the maze of questions which will never get answered and hence,I am eternally bound in this body of female which envy being male.

And when I find myself entirely helpless in transforming myself as male then  I hate them.An urge is created to demolish their superiority.At the same time,when my sanity realizes that its insane,then i rely more on being confident and strong-headed.