Laboring for two
Without any fruit
Loving someone
When they love another.

Awaiting an unknown fate
When there's no hope
As if Reality
Loves slapping one in the face.

Why do we keep repeating stages?
As the levels and opportunities
Pass us by.

I expected more
Being a genderist
During child birth.

Or less
When life failed me
When I failed in life.

I can only try and not wait
In improving on my ability
In being a better me.

This poem is self explanatory. I'm not sure if the gif fits this poem.