When will I feel like I own my body?

Like I'm not just someone who's watching from a window
My body doing the daily chores
But inside it's just hollow

When will I feel I'm forgiven?

Do I have to repent for the rest of my life,
For wanting something I can never have?
I'm entity living only for the sake of living
Wanting to be loved, but never loving

I'm a creature to pity, never seen

Never really feel comfortable in my skin
Never really part of something, just existing
Passing quietly by, like the wind
I'm here, I'm here, I'm gone in a second